<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:37:29.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wHen u sEe a sHooting sTar...telL me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116403501976511812</id><published>2006-11-20T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T07:03:39.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wearejollykids.blogspot.com"&gt;http://wearejollykids.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relink me if you all want, but i guess i'm blogging there forever already:)&lt;br /&gt;Reasons? ALL stated there. lols&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, this blog! i will never delete it though, its all my memories for 3 years!HO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116403501976511812?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116403501976511812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116403501976511812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116403501976511812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116403501976511812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpwearejollykids.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116360182601420719</id><published>2006-11-15T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T02:11:02.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is really so realistic. Without money, you stand NOwhere at all. When you got money, you got power, i am bought by that phrase. Its almost true, either you got power when you have money or when you KNOW the person that got the money. Without money, you got NO SAY in this society. People will despise you. You get insulted, you have to bear those critisizes yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Dad don't agree. He only know how to talk crap, and say things he cannot not even fulfill. Every student cares about money issue. Every student need money to further study somehow. Yes, ability comes first. But some people even with great abilities, they cannot study as much, it all begins with money!! You said, "Even if i rob the bank, be a thief or anything, i will get money for you. I said" Yah yah, i'm waiting, why haven't i see you get chained up yet? "&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i recently got addicted to Habbo's FF game.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone might think its stupid but i just got this strong urge that i must win and get the prize. Unfortunately, not many of the people in Habbo are friendly enough, they are DESPICABLE. In fact, i cried because of the dumb game like many times already! Its hard to get anyone to help you there. The ultimate solution is to act rich and be a HC. Its only when you are rich, people will hook up to you. You might have tons of friends there, but the fact is always the fact, its only a game, who would know your real self when you're not in the game.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog the above information like DAYS ago.:)&lt;br /&gt;Right, having a headache after travelling in the rain. The past few DAYS were really exhausting. I just reached home from choir camp as well. Yes, its really fun despite the practising time which is also quite okay when i heard our combined voices. I have confidence if you continue this way.:) We actually went out to do our NYAA during the second day and i went to town with a shorts, slippers and small tshirt. I actually wanted to wear those when i sleep in the camp la. Yea, i got sick, and its really sickening when SOME PEOPLE PRETEND TO BE SICK when they are not. They just want to avoid doing some things they dare not do. Bad people, bad people. Went home after movie marathon yesterday and slept till 2, then i went swimming. (i have to exercise if not i will still get critisizes!!)&lt;br /&gt;Went to SL meeting today, we already discussed almost everything so there's not much to do there, we went to sheikh's house to get the present done. Giant is suppose to come at 2-6 but they came EARLIER. So, zawani, shuhui and i went back to school first. Logistics people and us collected the boxes and i got scolded. Haha.(why haha when its SCOLDING?). Its makes me recalled 3 days ago when we went to get the food at giant. We really bought ALOT of stuffs, and had fun. haha! After classifying the stuffs, we went back to sheikh's place. On the way back, it rained. NO, it was a HEAVY downpour. The pathetic three of us stood at the bustop waiting for a pathetic bus. We WERE sheltered! But why are we still wet, it makes no difference if we stand under the bustop shelter or not, it was freezing cold, just like having choir in the AVA room.I can't imagine having air-con next year, it will be really cold. Yeah, and then went to kfc to eat then we went home. Ho Ho, i remembered out routine!! :D&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, i finally updated, so, david, shut up! I'm not as free as you are. And not as handsome as you are:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116360182601420719?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116360182601420719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116360182601420719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116360182601420719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116360182601420719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-is-really-so-realistic.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116281485268887628</id><published>2006-11-06T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T04:10:48.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A PANADOL A DAY ,&lt;br /&gt;KILLS ALL GERMS AWAY&lt;br /&gt;PSI IS RISING,&lt;br /&gt;HEADACHE IS COMING.&lt;br /&gt;FEVER WAS HERE,&lt;br /&gt;THROAT WAS NOT CLEAR&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up, i knew it was not a good day afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Headache but it got better after that,&lt;br /&gt;i really hope this 3 weeks lessons can fly past fast.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about future, WHAT DO I WANT TO BECOME?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should take hotel management and tourism. I prefer those stuffs. As i was saying, when zawani become a DJ, i would be soo proud to tell others, "HEY, you know that famous DJ NURZAWANI? SHE'S MY FRIEND! Aren't you jealous!?" And as for asyikin, she wanted to be a doctor, sooo, do i get medical help for free in years to come? Lol, may not!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at ANYTHING, i don't have any niche area at all! I must find out what's me, me, me!&lt;br /&gt;Just as i was saying, bad day. I forgot to bring my keys, i brought my brother and wandered around until Mom called me to go to my auntie' s house to get the spare keys. I thought i would stay outside until 6, its my fourth time being locked outside!&lt;br /&gt;There's emath quiz tomorrow, as well as chemistry. Mr poh.. FOQ. Full Of Quizes.&lt;br /&gt;I've made up these to help me remember the reactivity position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potassium(please)&lt;br /&gt;Sodium(stop)&lt;br /&gt;Calcium(calling)&lt;br /&gt;Magnesium(my)&lt;br /&gt;Aluminium(auntie)&lt;br /&gt;Zinc(zoo)&lt;br /&gt;Iron(is)&lt;br /&gt;Tin(trying to)&lt;br /&gt;Lithium(locate)&lt;br /&gt;Hydrogen(her)&lt;br /&gt;Copper(call)&lt;br /&gt;Silver(sister)&lt;br /&gt;Gold(gina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this here to so-call "revise"&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the simplest dinner ever!&lt;br /&gt;Like a nun in the temple having dinner, well, that could be me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little different,&lt;br /&gt;i got hair, a nun doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;i eat meat, a nun cannot&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm,&lt;br /&gt;with that silver neck,&lt;br /&gt;tail high up above me,&lt;br /&gt;look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;invicible sight,&lt;br /&gt;like big droplet of tears?&lt;br /&gt;add colours to me,&lt;br /&gt;add spices on me,&lt;br /&gt;then gobble me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116281485268887628?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116281485268887628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116281485268887628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116281485268887628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116281485268887628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/11/panadol-day-kills-all-germs-away-psi.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116265542640538185</id><published>2006-11-04T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:45:47.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;SHORT POST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My hair stinks. Smell like its burnt.&lt;br /&gt;And my buscard is only left with 4 dollars? Probably because i went to several places today.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was tiong bahru first, then plaza singapura, and then marina.&lt;br /&gt;And of all this places, there's definitely one place we'll visit and throw money there. If we continue this way, we might give those machines our entire assets. But it was fun, that's the word!&lt;br /&gt;Today's trip is mainly to celebrate edmund's birthday. So, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;happy birthday edmund!&lt;/span&gt; I know you had a great day because of somebody's presense. lol&lt;br /&gt;THE POWER OF LOVE!!&lt;br /&gt;Made alot of noise on the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;YK is really an entertainer or even performer. lol&lt;br /&gt;Even a auntie appreciate his jokes on the train.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO behave more feminine, or i will not wear skirts anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Ate "ABIT"&lt;br /&gt;Walk "short distances"&lt;br /&gt;Spend "little money"&lt;br /&gt;It was "boring!"&lt;br /&gt;We were like the noisiest ones around, partly because of shuhui's laughter and screaming when the oil droplets spilled on her. She had fun too i guessed, lol.&lt;br /&gt;While cooking, i guessed we're the ones that are like so excited while the rest of the people ate it relaxingly. lol&lt;br /&gt;I seriously did not eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; alot! Or did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I took the staircases!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Picture0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="85" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/Picture0024.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i look so distorted. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116265542640538185?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116265542640538185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116265542640538185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116265542640538185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116265542640538185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/11/short-post-my-hair-stinks.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116247798733091121</id><published>2006-11-02T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T06:33:07.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Combined sciences?&lt;br /&gt;2 pure sciences?&lt;br /&gt;1 pure science alone?&lt;br /&gt;Its really a tough choice.&lt;br /&gt;Combined science have its advantages and disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;Its definitely easier and need abit lesser effort to work towards that A. Provided I'm not going for sciences if i'm going to JC. But its still important, totally concern my future!&lt;br /&gt;2 pure sciences,&lt;br /&gt;what if i cannot cope, everything would be gone case,especially when i'm most afraid of practical. 1 year is not enoughto catch up with so many subjects.&lt;br /&gt;1 pure science alone?&lt;br /&gt;physics might get easier although many are not coping it. Chemistry will get tougher although many are coping it better.&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;THINK.THINK.THINK.&lt;br /&gt;L1R5?&lt;br /&gt;Future career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE FOUND MY SPECS!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO, SO, SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;its found in the most ridiculous place ever.&lt;br /&gt;In the cupboard of the sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;How it landed there?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I think Mom hid it there to make me suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking MRT trains have its own fun as well. Watching people's weird acts are funny.&lt;br /&gt;I was taking the train today and its super embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;There are surprisingly many old people standing.&lt;br /&gt;A man gave up his seat to an old man.&lt;br /&gt;Then the second man also gave up his seat to an old lady. They stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes are like saying"you dumb girl, do you know manners? give up ur seat to the poor old lady in front of you!"&lt;br /&gt;So i stood up and told her to sit. She ignored me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so paisei! I ASK her to sit and she IGNORED me. Then that seat was left empty. Another person stood up and she sat HIS SEAT. I'm like, EH!!! Then, you don't care about me?!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;i cannot play badminton with joey,joey and nelson today because of my sister!!!&lt;br /&gt;she went dating and there's nobody to take care of ivan, boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;time to study amath!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116247798733091121?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116247798733091121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116247798733091121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116247798733091121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116247798733091121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/11/combined-sciences-2-pure-sciences-1.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116239262760266445</id><published>2006-11-01T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T07:24:53.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Stand By Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When the night has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And the land is dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And the moon is the only light we'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well i won't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No I won't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So darling, darling stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Won't you stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When the sky that we look upon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tumble and falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And the mountains crumble to the sea I wont cry, i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No i won't shed a tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just as long as you stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So darling, darling stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh won't you stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh won't you stand, won't you stand, stand by darling, darling stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh won't you stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh won't you stand, won't you stand, stand by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the night has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And the land is dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And the moon is the only light we'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wont cry, no i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No i won't shed a tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just as long as you &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So darling, darling stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh won't you stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh won't you stand, won't you stand, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Darling, darling stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh won't you stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh won't you stand, won't you stand, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(i don't know if that word should be there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you gain something, you will gradually lose something.&lt;br /&gt;Can't i have them all?!?&lt;br /&gt;Had 5 periods of Amath at one go, super cool.&lt;br /&gt;During the break, we tried rasyidah-the-super-great-baker's cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Looks heavenly and taste heavenly too.:)&lt;br /&gt;Had math again.&lt;br /&gt;After math, i rushed home to change for choir. I brought the shirt but forget to bring the pants.&lt;br /&gt;I really ran so i was hoping to be exempted from running during choir becaused i ran already. Its impossible to do so. BUT running is good, hopefully burn some calories.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i rushed to get a cup of pepsi to fill my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, choir was quite nice today, partly because manjing was sitting beside me, pretty enjoyable:D&lt;br /&gt;We're not really prepared for SYF, we've gotta work even harder.(sounds like exams again)&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sick of going to school partly because my brains are switched to holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that Yongkuang will be fine, i hope he is fine now!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i see people slimmed down,i feel so jealous because i can never change my eating habits for that. Exercise? Aiya... (jianyang, please don't comment, i know i'm fat) lol..&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, very very very very envious! They've got no more BUTT!!&lt;br /&gt;DAD told me this, " you get pleasant results then i will treat you a dinner, and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everyone in the family&lt;/span&gt; will eat together!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HURH?Like i never eat dinner before, i'm eating dinner everyday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A VERY redundent sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BYEBYEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMIN, I KNOW YOU ARE LOOKING, DON'T PRETEND!!lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116239262760266445?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116239262760266445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116239262760266445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116239262760266445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116239262760266445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/11/stand-by-me-when-night-has-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116220395672482109</id><published>2006-10-30T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:25:59.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"All About You"&lt;br /&gt;[Danny:]It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;([Tom:] It's about you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you, baby&lt;br /&gt;([Tom:] It's all about you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;([Tom:] It's about you)It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;[Tom:]Yesterday, you asked me something I thought you knew.So I told you with a smile 'It's all about you'Then you whispered in my ear and you told me too,Say 'If you make my life worthwhile, it's all about you'&lt;br /&gt;[Danny:]And I would answer all you're wishes, if you asked me to.But if you deny me one of your kisses, don't know what I'd do.So hold me close and say three words, like you used to do.Dancing on the kitchen tiles, it's all about you.Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;[Solo]&lt;br /&gt;[Danny &amp; Tom:]And I would answer all you're wishes, if you asked me to.But if you deny me one of your kisses, don't know what I'd do.So hold me close and say three words, like you used to do.Dancing on the kitchen tiles,Yes you make my life worthwhile,So I told you with a smile...It's all about you.&lt;br /&gt;[Danny:]It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;([Tom:] It's about you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you, baby&lt;br /&gt;([Tom:] It's all about you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;([Tom:] It's about you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Study. Mr TBC tempted us to combined science. Its definitely better i guess, but some people tried but failed to be appealled to combined sciences. What he said was really convincing! What do you want? A challenge in handling a tough subject? Or an A to work towards to? Yes, both are tough. Went to get long john's silver after school. And then went home.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a HUGE, UGLY pimple. urghhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;my post are getting shorter and shorter.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is a cool festive season.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a festive season rather??&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i'm going to spend my only 2 credits in habbo and buy those cute ducklings with bones-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/duck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/duck1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/duck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/duck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/duck3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/duck3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duck1   duck2   duck3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ONE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116220395672482109?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116220395672482109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116220395672482109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116220395672482109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116220395672482109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-about-you-dannyits-all-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116213343781472085</id><published>2006-10-29T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:49:15.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/t_princess_hours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/t_princess_hours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Past few days, i've been rewatching princess hours cse i fast forward alot the other time. Its like, soo nice. The characters are like perrrrrffffeeecccttt. :) They are like the youngest and nicest characters to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, its pretty draggy and i realised that those empress dowager talk very slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ANYONE GOT THAT SONG? THAT VERY NICE SONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But its a really sweet show. Overall rating, 5 stars. Its really touching!!! When i get my money this year, i'm going to buy more dramas! I really regretted buying meteor garden II. Michelle Saram always act the bad woman, and she's from singapore!! I'm blogging crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its the first time i'm blogging sooo little. I need to start studying again!! But i just cannot get this engine working. I eat, sleep, watch. Urgh. LET'S START STUDYING TOMORROW EVERYBODY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I LOST MY SPECTACLES AGAIN. ITS LIKE, OHH NOO. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm really not fated with having spectacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="59" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/shin6qu.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/leeyul0td.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px" height="62" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/leeyul0td.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/minhyorin7uh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px" height="84" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/minhyorin7uh.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/chaegyung7cv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" height="70" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/chaegyung7cv.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/chaegyung7cv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just cut his hair, no more mushroom head!!! Now,its lohan head.&lt;br /&gt;But i still find it rather adorable. Lastly, i'm getting EVEN fatter. urgh. Any lose weight plans? Don't eat, does it help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="97" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010511.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/chaegyung7cv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116213343781472085?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116213343781472085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116213343781472085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116213343781472085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116213343781472085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/past-few-days-ive-been-rewatching.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116195076329242314</id><published>2006-10-27T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T07:37:31.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to take care of my brother for the whole day so i cannot go out except morning. We actually wanted to help yk win a girl's heart but in the end the stuffs we did are ugly so we decided to officially give it to her next time. The 3 other tans came to my place to make cookies and it was fun! I love baking, i think i want to go to rasyidah's house on monday to bake again! Hmm, met sophie in the morning to pay her money and then i went back home. She grabbed me and walked away quickly like running away from someone, i thought someone's stalking her. It was her grandpa, he wanted to commit suicide because her grandma went out when he disallows. -.- ,lol. On the way back, i witnessed an accident, darn shocking. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A couple were riding their motorbike in a fast speed and they bang onto a little boy. AND I SERIOUSLY meant LITTLE! Even smaller size than my little brother. Its like freaking scary, the whole motorbike and the two riders squashed him after the knock. He was crying for help at that time. I seriously wanted to help him but i could just stare and i'm about to cry! I walked forward a little, the little boy was crying and shouting in pain. His slippers flew to don't know where. The woman picked up for him, and tell him to wear it himself. I'm like thinking, "EXCUSE ME, HE'S CRYING AND YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING?! NOT EVEN HELPING HIM TO WEAR HIS SLIPPERS?!" There was blood and he could just sit there. My mind tell me to go forward but that freaking DRIVER scolded the little boy for anyhow crossing the road. I'm like "WALAO, I HATE YOU MAT REP, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO RIDE A MOTORBIKE JUST GET OFF IT, I SAW THE WHOLE THING, THAT LITTLE BOY JUST MADE THE FIRT STEP OUT OF THE ROAD. " Luckily a man came forward and asked what happened, they drove off.&lt;/span&gt; People started to crowd, i went off. I just hate people like that! Sorry but just quite pissed. Yah, went to buy ingredients after that and we started baking. It looks really horrendous but at least it taste good and its hundred percent edible. Yah, baked whole day. They wouldn't want to see a cookie for months, eat until too scared. Lunch was the cookies as well. lol. It was quite fun, haha, and they are fun enough to entertain my brother too.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/ie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/ie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, black face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second attempt? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/c.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/c.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks ABIT better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/ss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE ARE REAL &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt; ONES, im reserving them for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/sss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/sss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*right eye still twitching. Bad, real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116195076329242314?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116195076329242314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116195076329242314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116195076329242314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116195076329242314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-to-take-care-of-my-brother-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116186791692474526</id><published>2006-10-26T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T06:05:17.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this instinct that alot of people will start committing suicide after the man jumped down the MRT track and killed himsself. I just saw this discussion on the television program discussing this issue. He live a very pathetic life, very poor and so on. Yah, so he cannot take it anymore and he jumped and died.(at chinese garden somemore) This kind soul got his funeral ready for free and so on.. the family received donations up to 50 thousand dollars! My mom say that she can never earn so much in her entire life. I suppose people will start jumping, and expect singaporeans to donate to the rest of their family for them to live for their rest of their lives. If im dumb, i'll do that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116186791692474526?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116186791692474526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116186791692474526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116186791692474526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116186791692474526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-this-instinct-that-alot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116186083756949621</id><published>2006-10-26T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T04:27:54.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess i have to trust my right eye. It depicts the results and its definitely a bad one. I knew things would go wrong. My freaking right eye kept twitching. Hannah saw it and its quite funny, haha. Yah, got my results but i couldn't get top 5%, 500 dollars flew away. See, first intuition. Mom talked to Mdm Li and i just cannot understand what she said!Tsk,Mr poh would be better!, second intuition. Reached school at 6.58 but there wasn't anyone. So i waited for them to write those stuffs for clement. After everything, we all went to approach mrs chow with some hopes. We went to knock on her window and we got scolding for that,third intuition. Then, i asked "i dont know her name" to pass the papers to her. And we sat outside and waited for Mrs chow for like an hour i guess? The result of appealling was bad. Sigh, our efforts wasn't worthwhile enough for her to say a yes,fourth intuition. I've listened to Mr neo and asked fernanders for stead and he rejected me! Fifth intuition, although it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JUST KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. It was bad day indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tears and sadness, to say a goodbye is not easy, to adapt to the new changes is even harder. She makes me think that there are no second chance this sort of theory in this world. The &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ribbon&lt;/span&gt; project is just crap. Life is about prejudice! I just don't understand why people that deserve promotion cannot get promoted and those that shouldnt, always get their way. I thought character comes first? The one who knows one's character most are the friends and not teachers. The school is so practical, they only see results and nothing else. Why does she even bother to talk about character building when it doesnt even help. I would miss clement ALOT. I shall not continue, or i'll start crying again. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships makes one's mind become complex, not only that, its bewilders you and makes you real down majority of the times. Its harmful, so don't fall into such traps. Its goes to you, you and myself. Let's avoid it. Okay, maybe only I think this way.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116186083756949621?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116186083756949621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116186083756949621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116186083756949621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116186083756949621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-guess-i-have-to-trust-my-right-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116178372197564322</id><published>2006-10-25T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:28:11.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought i've made the right decision in sitting in front today, but im wrong.(again)&lt;br /&gt;But i like sitting in front, although we just keep on talking until mr and and mrs chow always stare at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OKAY I CAN FINALLY USE SOME COLOURS. SO COOL. I'M GONNA TRY IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;is that purple? OH YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After the loooong assembly, there was a sl meeting. Mr koh is leaving the school? I thought it was only SL. Argh, all the GREAT teachers are leaving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEAVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; I'm using red, but its not good luck. Its bad luck! &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;MR POH, MR LEE,MS CHIA,MR KOH,MS TAN&lt;/span&gt;. AHHHH.. Am i like down on luck or something, sec 1 form teacher left us, sec 2 and 3 form teachers are ALSO leaving us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;WHY, I've got news that MR TAN WILL ALSO BE LEAVING. I WILL SERIOUSLY CRY MAN. LIKE LINA SAID, DOES THE SCHOOL FREAKINGLY HATE US? WHY DO THEY TAKE SUPERB TEACHERS AWAY. Okay, nothing to do with the school i know. BUT, WON'T THEY SPARE A THOUGHT FOR US? Its our Os next year, and they're dumping all this shit for us to handle alone. Darn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/img001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I suddenly got this feeling i would miss this class. Although at the beginning, we simply don't bond well. Mr poh tried all ways to bond us, and now? HES LEAVING US ALONE. After sec 3 adventure camp, i realised the uniqueness of my class and i love it, truely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Its like my fourth time blogging about bidding goodbye. And i hate farewell. We will come together and help clement, we all want him to be with us in 4h 2007. We want, we must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Operation cleanup was quite fun, scrubbing the "white" wall outside with hannah and rachel was fun. Haha, and its the first time i saw mr poh pulling someone's ear. Tomorrow would be the official last day and our operation will begin. I hope it would be successful. I PRAY*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/img002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;After school, which was a super short day, Zawani,hannah,arif,shuhui,shawn,sheikh and i went to have lunch and then meet mr koh to plan the food for stjohn'sisland. Took a super looong time. And he's still not satisfied la, but he released us cse we're really tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Neo talked to me today, asked me a couple of stuff. And he advised me to get boyfriends that are &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mature, sensible,smart and hardworking&lt;/span&gt;. I kind of agree too. But the choices he've given me fernanders,bryan and nicholas, top 3 in position people. Yah, although he said some things that discouaraged me a little, i still respect him.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. yesterday was a super great day. I shall not elaborate.:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hit more of those gonging gong! Although my wrist hurts now. Went to East Coast at night, Mom and Dad wanted duo time together. I promised uncle to go fishing with him on sat midnight because i've been busy with school and have not fished in months! I remembered the first time when i fish, although it was a super &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; fish, i was happy like hell. Yup, FISHING:) Very hard to find people that likes it cse it is boring and that's a fact, who would wait that for even hours for a little jerk in the rod? haha&lt;br /&gt;I love my class! I'm happy in Westwood because i've made great friends, great classmates. From sec 1, one harmony, sec 2, two honour, sec 3 , 3Hzusammen, i will not regret my times in it. :D Yes, they are memories, but they've carved their presence in our mind,remembering both the good and bad moments of it.&lt;br /&gt;I helped Irene be assured of her decision of the subjects she's taking just now. I hope she work towards her capabilities cse i know shes really good!! I hope she can get her A1's, i believe in her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF MY RIGHT EYE TWITCH, IT MEANS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116178372197564322?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116178372197564322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116178372197564322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116178372197564322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116178372197564322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-thought-ive-made-right-decision-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116160664304962861</id><published>2006-10-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:45:13.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qkr0qxs9IpA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qkr0qxs9IpA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW IDOL. NATALIE, BUT totally nothing to do with her body. Its her SONG.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i believe was the loooongest talk by mrs chow ever. She kept repeating about integrity, care, concern and compassion, adaptibility and resilience, creativity and innovation, continual learning. THRICE. SHE REPEATED THRICE. Did she even know how warm is it at the back of the hall?? She talked alot, and i mean alooot. I'm already pissed from doing duty at the backgate. I'm soo don't feel belonged there. Mr goh like weiyang and ONLY praise him, yalah..i know i'm a bad SC but at least i produced a junior that got the most votes! (ok,its got nothing to do with me) But, i really dislike doing duty with HIM AROUND. He just keep on telling us to press the traffic light. Seriously, does it make a difference?? DAVID also never do duty, he never get complained. UMH.&lt;br /&gt;And she disgraced him just like that in front of the whole school. Its not fair to him as well, calling him a bully in front of everyone?! Its like what lina said, they just simply judge someone by how they think he is. His a nice person, all of us know that. I believe those people that are the so called "VICTIMS" definitely deserve it. Its like, you've brought it upon yourself. Why in the whole school population of 2000 people, they pick on YOU? The problem definitely lies with you. Why can they be great friends with any single person but not you, victim? Ask yourself. And the victims all come from the same place and cliche. Tsk. I seriously will not stand on victims side although they are called victims who are suppose to be innocent. And, she keep thinking that scarf is so beautiful? It looks quite dirty and ugly, which is quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;Returned to class, finally there was good news. Amath test was postponed. But bad news too. Sigh, we really want to help him. We want him to join us in 4H 2oo7. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY he didn't want to help you? WHY? You've better learning attitude compared to her. Why is lady luck ALWAYS with her. Hmmm, fine. Actually, its just a waste of time attending school today. Mr lee is leaving..he was clearing his stuff and he gave us that doraemon lantern.. We would miss him, definitely. Mr poh is leaving too. Great teachers always leave teaching early. Urgh. He talked to the group of us today, i thought it was good news, but of cse its not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Zawani,hannah,rebecca,rachel and i chatted today. I cannot deny the fact that i've got no more new clothes to wear!!! Horror. We have to go shopping. I seriously still cannot find the kind of clothes and style i'm into. I dare not wear those that i dare not wear. Hmmm.. I like it when we start talking, it'll be anything under the burning sun:D&lt;br /&gt;I've planned. I WANT A GUITAR and of cse learn it after my Os next year. I WANT A BIKE after Os too. I want Donald Trump as my papa. HE'VE GOT HIS OWN PLANE :O. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just feel like, lord, just let me be rich for a day. But when that day comes, i will not know how to spend those *bling bling* money. Do rich people always get their way? NoNo! but sometimes, to a certain extend, yes uh?&lt;br /&gt;BYE. Lina,i've blogged, you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116160664304962861?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116160664304962861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116160664304962861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116160664304962861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116160664304962861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-new-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116142692437269035</id><published>2006-10-21T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T03:35:25.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking back, i cannot believe what i did the entire day! Although i have to face it.&lt;br /&gt;Darn, i wake,eat,watch tv,sleep,wake,eat,sleep,eat. ARHHH. If i continue this way i will turn into a pig!! But the thing is,i cannot find myself anything to doooo. Whenever i've got nothing to do, i will eat. This CANNOT go on. Yes, i will study later, there's still Amath test on monday! But while studying, i think i must also eat. Sigh, i need some exercises no matter how much i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i cannot even walk to grandma's place later because mom had brought food home. Maybe i shall go running later. Or cycling. Or run some stairs. Or situps. Or use that stupid machine. Or do houseworks. Or walk a few rounds around gekpoh. Something..iiii nnneeeeeeeeeeeeddddddd tttttooooo dddddooooo sssoooommmmeeeetttthhhiiinnnngggg rrriiiggghhhttt!!! &lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;this takes effort to do as well..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116142692437269035?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116142692437269035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116142692437269035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116142692437269035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116142692437269035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/looking-back-i-cannot-believe-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116135402999587001</id><published>2006-10-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T07:20:30.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEVER and i mean NEVER compare me with her. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it, really.&lt;br /&gt;People judge book by its cover, just like people judging someone by her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even belong there, its bloody unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I know i am nothing comparable to her on the outside. But it doesn't mean that i'm worse than her on the inside!&lt;br /&gt;YOU did not get the FACTS RIGHT before making your dumb conclusion. It happened in the first year, second year and today determines the third year. So unfair! I don't want to bring things up until YOU said those STUFF. And i already proved that anyone can focus and do better without joining IT! ONE SUBJECT cannot determine everything!&lt;br /&gt;I WILL PROVE YOU WRONG IN A YEAR TO COME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116135402999587001?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116135402999587001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116135402999587001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116135402999587001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116135402999587001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/never-and-i-mean-never-compare-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116126826854552029</id><published>2006-10-19T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:31:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title: Zawani&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani ILOVEZawani &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR ZAWANI, COOL OR NOT? ITS MORE THAN YOUR FINGERS CAN COUNT. I PROMISED YOU. &gt;,- MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back earlier today although it was thursday:D&lt;br /&gt;Mom scolded me for going home early, its like URGH!&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca,rachel and zawani came to my place. I did not serve guests well though. They're using the com while im sleeping, and i don't even know when they left! Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;Yah, then met jianyang they all at around 6 and watched deathnote. I guessed they purposely cut the movie halfway! So that people would want to continue and finish the story in the next movie. A strategy indeed. It has successfully tempted me to look forward watching deathnoteII, III and so on..&lt;br /&gt;Quite a good show because the characters are handsome, and pretty! Yah, popcorn and $2.80 ice lemon tea already filled my stomach. Time to sleep again! (darn,why do i keep on wanting to sleep?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. 48 hours with syafiq! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116126826854552029?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116126826854552029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116126826854552029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116126826854552029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116126826854552029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/title-zawani-ilovezawani-ilovezawani.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116118062096478539</id><published>2006-10-18T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T07:25:44.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was as usual, just that there was this police-talk today. This speaker was a fierce man. Super boring and all. I was quite irritated because its really stuffy at the back of the hall. Zawani and i were only interested in the goodie bag and we told sheikh the answers for the questions so that he could get the goodie bag for us. But he didn't went up. After everything, there was SL meeting for st john island trip in the november holidays. Hmm, arif,shuhui,hannah,zawani,sheikh and i are in the food com, they've planned the food marvelously! But cooking it would be tough, haha. Yep, witnessed a scene and i really think its not bullying. Its like serve those young ones right, why must they always do things to piss people off?&lt;br /&gt;My hamster died today on the 18th of October. I did not take good care of it properly, so its really my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, im quite lazy to type. I was praying for the P.S.I to be high yesterday so that rev-up cannot take place. But in the end, we still had to do 5BX at the quadrangle. My back really hurts. My hands hurts as well. Talking about hands, yes, it hurts and i didn't really want to clap during the prize presentation today. Its super irritating when you are forced to clap. When teachers start screaming at you to tell u to clap. Yes, you clap, but its isn't out of willingness, the one on stage wouldnt be happy as well. Its sincerity not image!&lt;br /&gt;Right, received my results. Went to choir. And proceed to my normal routine, went for a bubbletea drink with hannah(like always:D) then went home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;Its the anniversary of syafiq and i for 30 hours:D LOL&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE syafiq . LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER ME ANYONE,&lt;br /&gt;why spend $7 cutting a patch of grass on your head when all you want is botak. Or simply, all you have on the top of your head is as much as your fingers plus toes can count. $7 for a hairstyle when its not even a style and you need a SKILLFUL barber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116118062096478539?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116118062096478539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116118062096478539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116118062096478539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116118062096478539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-was-as-usual-just-that-there.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116083287081989013</id><published>2006-10-14T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T07:22:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a GOOD morning today:D&lt;br /&gt;Definitely was, nobody to wake me up on purpose like every saturday. Oppositely, mom drew the curtains for me, so that the sunlight wouldn't affect my beautiful sleep. Weird huh. She always finds it fun to shake and slap on my thighs until i wake up early in the weekend mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Rewatched charlie and the chocolate factory. I forget what i did when i watched it the previous time becuase i was still fascinated by the factory. Those chocolate waterfall. I want to swim in it!!Those oompa-loompas are super irritating to me. Urgh, they look very ugly and scary and freakingly comes out and perform after every kid got kicked out. Darn, imagine those freaky things DO exist, do they?! AND MY BROTHER KEPT REPEATING THAT SHOW AGAIN AND AGAIN. GETTING ON MY NERVES FOR REAL:)&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch and i helped to straighten her hair. Sis went out, and i went out too. I went to meet ganmin and dominic around 3pm and caught Rob-B-Hood. I didn't want to go at first, partly because i'm almost penniless. In the end, i recalled that Louis Khoo was acting, and HAHA, i got excited. Hmmm, its really funny and touching, no doubt i did cry. I finished the icelemontea all by myself!! And, that baby in the show is SUPER ADORABLE. I want to find out his name so that i can search for how he look like 10 years later:D. Right, then went to see chien yee's mom. Just sat awhile and i left. Mayb god bless her and the entire family. Realised that i still got quite some time to spare so i walked home. Umm, bought bubbletea(again). Mom scolded me, "everyday bubbletea bubbletea, later you become one.."-.-&lt;br /&gt;Yah, and i finally understand why i was coughing away,having nose irritation and headache. Its all the haze fault! i thought i wouldn't be affected by it. Jianyang's reminder. PSI: 110, i was like..what's that? Now that i know, thanks alot. lol&lt;br /&gt;I spent alot of money and i'm really sad. Definitely unlike those rich people who spends money as much as talking. &lt;br /&gt;Zawani zawani, i'm so happy that you did not forget me. YOU made me know whats the meaning of friends. Something i am really looking for. Now that i've found it, its all grateful to you, dear one:) As i said, you reflect and show the spot light on those admiring you(me), and show them what's real happiness. So, i hope you will always be happy and i will always and hopefully be around when you need help:D &lt;br /&gt;And, i hope you like that testimonial, haha, i thought of it in my dreams and that angel in my dreams said that i must tell you those:D And for that song, i shall change it to, I AM MISSING YOU:) Sing to me, i look forward to it:D LOVE YOU FOREVER DEAR ONE.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE:)&lt;br /&gt;(and to kartik, i'm super glad to have you as my angel, someone i unburden thoughts to :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAOMAOS are currently having some crazy news update, lol. I can feel it coming again. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weimar Government was a baaaabaaaa, and so am i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116083287081989013?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116083287081989013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116083287081989013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116083287081989013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116083287081989013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-good-morning-todayd-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116074913126566655</id><published>2006-10-13T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:02:52.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now now..&lt;br /&gt;when it happen?&lt;br /&gt;what to do?&lt;br /&gt;which to choose?&lt;br /&gt;how to listen? &lt;br /&gt;who said that?&lt;br /&gt;where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th, and im indeed unlucky the first thing in the morning. I rushed to school for SC meeting, i forget totally until my sis reminded me. I was so tired when i pressed the lift button and waited with my eyes closed, and walked in the lift with my eyes closed as well. And of cse, fringy hair. I totally forget that mdm fauziah lives on top of me. And she saw the messy me. I wanted to greet her but i was kind of scared too, so i pretended that im sleeping and walking at the same time. Gratefully she assumed that im sleepwalking. And hopefully she wouldn't recognise me.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell assembly took 3 hours. The atmosphere wasn't really low enough..lol, i thought alot of them would cry, but don't seem to be.lol, maybe there was, but i didn't managed to see. BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE MY SPECS. I SAT THROUGH THE WHOLE 3 HOURS WITH SOME BLUR VISION and its TOTALLY sucky. MOM DO NOT WANT TO GET ME NEW SPECS BECAUSE SHE SAID THAT I ALWAYS BROKE MINE. WHAT TO DOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, all the best to the sec fours and those seniors whom i know:D&lt;br /&gt;And, ganmin, sing me that song la(feiyuqing and jay chou one) SING SING SING! i forget the tune again!:D&lt;br /&gt;Change of juniors today. I would miss hilary and Austin:D Although they always pester me to do duty. Now, i've got shihong and rose. And i hope that little boy can free me and let me fly:( Also, my duty changed as well. No more toilets, now backgate! But its with that HANDSOME, urgh. Greeting goodmornings is fun:D&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, walked back home and as usual, bought bubbletea again:D&lt;br /&gt;Met sophie in the late afternoon then met kartik,sharik and brandon. I've finally got my lunch after having gastric pains since morning. I recalled that i've got motion sickness, argh. Still giddy until now. Perhaps i squashed sophie's legs while sleeping on her. pOOL is cOOL, that's right, only when you get the hang of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i really miss you too my dear one. So much, so much,zawani :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHBIAN DOWN STAGE&lt;br /&gt;AHBIAN DOWN STAGE&lt;br /&gt;AHBIAN DOWN STAGE&lt;br /&gt;AHBIAN DOWN STAGE&lt;br /&gt;AHBIAN DOWN STAGE&lt;br /&gt;AHBIAN DOWN STAGE&lt;br /&gt;AHBIAN DOWN STAGE&lt;br /&gt;AHBIAN DOWN STAGE&lt;br /&gt;(direct translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dozing off..&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116074913126566655?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116074913126566655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116074913126566655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116074913126566655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116074913126566655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116065314294945009</id><published>2006-10-12T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T07:46:27.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Duck it,kick it,doubt it,curse it,bite it,hammer it,tear it,peel it,chop it,punch it and on and on..that express how i feel currently, no elaboration. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is off, because its "i'm the one".&lt;br /&gt;Good is good, evil is evil. Truth is truth, lie is lie.&lt;br /&gt;Are you really good or evil, or you telling the truth or lie, only you know it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Fair is unfair, unfair is fair, this is life!!&lt;br /&gt;People who cared never ever get what they earned, people who never cared always get more. Who don't agree? &lt;br /&gt;The environment is changing, or you yourself simply is?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is definitely you, when you blame the whole world for climate change, did you ask if you are the evolving one.&lt;br /&gt;(it all applies to myself)&lt;br /&gt;Why is there so many things pissing me off at the same time. David, please grow up. Why isn't your hair as thick as your skin? I just meant that you're thickskin.You are the definition of suaveness, yah. And i'm really really attracted to you, yah. You presumed that because you really think that you're handsome, yah. As an SC, you must be honest? Haa,i call that lying.&lt;br /&gt;Emath brings me sorrow only, i won't want to see that paper..arhh..&lt;br /&gt;I went abit crazy over dramas recently, i missed alot of shows during the before exams period. I took 3 days and finished the entire series of Green forest,my home. I cried and cried. And i went to Daphne's house to watch Princess hours, but that show was pretty draggy, so we fast forward alot. Argh, i want to watch somemore, anymore to introduce anyone? Those that brings sadness and humour, anime ALSO applicable. I just want to cry and laugh all out, it gives me sensation :X&lt;br /&gt;Right, and after drinking bubbletea for lunch everyday, i strongly advise humans not to keep trying flavours or they'll regret like me. I've learnt, and i'll stick to oreo iceblend without pearls :D But mom advised me not to skip meals anymore, i'm always thinking, why can everyone skip meals and gets no problem while me being so fat, gets such a problem. She don't allow me to drink bubbletea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared, would you all divert those arrows to me one day?&lt;br /&gt;--------&gt; ---------&gt; ---------------&gt;  --------------&gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;                                                      -|-&lt;br /&gt;                                                      / \ (its meant to be a stickman)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116065314294945009?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116065314294945009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116065314294945009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116065314294945009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116065314294945009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/duck-itkick-itdoubt-itcurse-itbite.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116039842975951136</id><published>2006-10-09T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T05:59:01.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of year is equivelant to disappointments after disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me? My hopes,its all wrecked up, &lt;br /&gt;Number 1: My scholarship flew away, $500 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: I practically cannot finish almost every paper&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: I'm not working as hard as i used to be!!&lt;br /&gt;Number 4: I've let so many people down, most importantly, myself.&lt;br /&gt;For this time, it would be real..&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the past, i would say i did super badly, but the results would still be pleasant.. THIS time, i will not expect that. Lady luck has left me all alone..&lt;br /&gt;After Emath paper 2 today, i would ask myself why the hell i cannot finish it and getting my results back would be nightmare. After chemistry paper today, its like, "mr patrick tan, i want to kill you!!" Everyone was like, "its so easy, so easy until i dont know how to do all.."&lt;br /&gt;Through this exam, i've learnt that i cannot be complacent, i must never be, or i'll regret. I hope you learn this too. I feel so low when i discuss this with you..i'm always inferior to you.. I hope everything would turn out opposite from what you thought, then you'll learn. I really hope to challenge Sharik for the top 5 positions and get my treat, but i'm certain, its no longer possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued my day after exams by going home to "pongpong" which means bath in daphne's language. Then, i went to buy groceries for mom. I took the whole list of what-to-buy and searched for it like some gundoos. I realised what is "mouth" of a human used for, not only to talk, its to ASK. So, i pestered this uncle and got him to show me the location of every item. Thanks, "MOUTH". Huimin called me and Daphne to buy mushrooms and mincemeat. We're cooking a "big" feast at her place. Walked a long distance before reaching her house, its so deep in the terrace blocks. We cooked spaghetti together. Eating own cooked food made my day happier, haha. Then we studied history while listening to music. She can open a cafe or candy shop, there's all the food you want to find there :D. I got her to play all the duet love songs, i just love DUET, the tune is always so-perfect. I was having a bad headache, and i believed fever, so we left after a few hours. Went home and sunked into my bed andslept for and hour or so. Actually meeting Daphne at 8 for history, but i guess she overslept too, haha. So, i'll do some self studies later, i already screwed up my social studies, i cannot let history "die", if not my combined humanities is also going to "die".&lt;br /&gt;Imagine who will be the oral examiner tomorrow, you will really die, its someone who cannot even speak english properly :(&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;SO DOWN..&lt;br /&gt;NOT UP..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116039842975951136?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116039842975951136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116039842975951136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116039842975951136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116039842975951136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-year-is-equivelant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116031800703197236</id><published>2006-10-08T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T07:33:27.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought my day would be so ruined.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, DAD insisted on bringing us around to makan some delicacies. I didn't enjoy although it was the term "DELICACY". I hate doing that because he won't stop eating, we would travel from places to places eating, imagine how much calories and fats i would take in! Ha, but he was chased out of the car for smoking and i was grinning happily. Of cse, if his out of the car, the car cannot move-.-&lt;br /&gt;So we plead him back. &lt;br /&gt;So, my whole morning to afternoon was travelling. Not only eating, we went to condos after condos to see his customers' houses. Boring and simply wasting time. So in the end, i couldn't go community centre with Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry Royston, i couldn't send you the graph paper,i feel so guilty:X&lt;br /&gt;And, i love my friends, i would do all means and cherish them, treasure them:D&lt;br /&gt;Daphne really scares me alot with her chemistry knowledge, and she cannot stop blabbering the facts she remembered. Argh, so inferior!&lt;br /&gt;SULPHATE&lt;br /&gt;CARBONATE&lt;br /&gt;NITRATE&lt;br /&gt;HYDROGEN&lt;br /&gt;HYDROGEN OXIDE&lt;br /&gt;SODIUM NITRATE&lt;br /&gt;METHANE&lt;br /&gt;so many more..&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand that be it writing a song or a poem, the inspiration usually comes when you're either too happy or sad. Then, you make good songs. I wanted to go to my cousin house to strum some guitar strings just now(although i don't know, just anyhow), but i was rushing to daphne's place after dinner. We studied together for an hour plus and it really got my head cracking. Doing emath now, i know last minute work don't usually help but i'll try my best, i'll sleep by 12 today, i promise:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116031800703197236?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116031800703197236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116031800703197236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116031800703197236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116031800703197236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-thought-my-day-would-be-so-ruined.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116023624292303213</id><published>2006-10-07T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T08:50:42.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeh, began my day with tuition!&lt;br /&gt;didn't really did alot of stuffs but did clarify some doubts&lt;br /&gt;AND i realised i've made STUPID mistakes in my EMATH PAPER 1.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Left around 1+ and went home to continue with chemistry, made notes. haha! It have been so long since i made proper neat notes. Daphne called me and we exchanged notes. We spent some time at the shop figuring out what we should photostat. I just kept on choosing and picking and i realised i chosed too much. Luckily it didn't cost me too much although it was a thick stack. Daphne got alot of guide book, its great to have her as a neighbour, lol.&lt;br /&gt;And mom wanted me to buy candles for my little brother to play. It selling for 3 for $1 and she wanted me to buy $5, i carried it home like an idiot. Perhaps, i always am one. lol&lt;br /&gt;We're going to explore and find out why so many people like studying in the community centre rooms tomorrow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find songs of Emma Roberts after watching "aquamarine". A pretty nice movie. In the end, i searched into her episodes of tv series she acted. "Unfabulous", i realised its quite a nice tv show which i didn manage to catch it. But i managed to finish watching it, heh! quite nice, i just love high school teenage dramas, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Three more days, exams would be over..&lt;br /&gt;I remembered after every examination, i would go to the park at chua chu kang(why there?) i don't know. haha, but i like that place. We release stress there:D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Tsk tsk, just got some consultation, dont know if its true. Alamak, what to do? Please come back to me, pretty please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the hundred acrewood &lt;br /&gt;where Christopher Robin plays &lt;br /&gt;You'll find the enchanted neighborhood &lt;br /&gt;of Christopher's childhood days &lt;br /&gt;A donkey named Eeyore is his friend &lt;br /&gt;and Kanga and little Roo &lt;br /&gt;There's Rabbit and Piglet and there's Owl, &lt;br /&gt;but most of all Winnie the Pooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh &lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh &lt;br /&gt;Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff &lt;br /&gt;He's Winnie the Pooh &lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh &lt;br /&gt;Willy nilly silly old bear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie The Pooh &lt;br /&gt;Winnie The Pooh &lt;br /&gt;Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff &lt;br /&gt;He's Winnie the Pooh &lt;br /&gt;Winnie The Pooh &lt;br /&gt;Willy nilly silly old bear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A CUTE SONG, AS CUTE AS POOH&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lair2000.net/Pooh_Lyrics/Songs/Winnie_the_Pooh.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, CIAO:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116023624292303213?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116023624292303213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116023624292303213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116023624292303213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116023624292303213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeh-began-my-day-with-tuition-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116014741105785502</id><published>2006-10-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:10:11.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww man..i wanted to concentrate on my history revision but the sound of those irritating electronic lanterns is really irritating, why can't they change into sound more interesting tune lke a handphone?! Why must the song keep repeating itself and is always the same..&lt;br /&gt;Although i know i would be very disappointed this end of year, i'm also glad i learnt alot of things to handle exams pressure. I've got alot of advices, i would get them in my brains one by one. I know looking at those results in a few days time will get me into solemn mood, but..i also know there's nothing i can do, i could just blame myself in not putting enough hardwork. I'm hope there's an angel watching over me:D&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered about the principal saying about vomitting and all. Mr lee kept asking if i had these symtoms, and he came up with some crap theories. Funny teacher, i would miss him aloot..:)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, tuition, hope it would help me:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116014741105785502?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116014741105785502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116014741105785502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116014741105785502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116014741105785502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/aww-man.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-116013844799671674</id><published>2006-10-06T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T05:40:48.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, there's something seriously wrong about these stupid rules.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, why do people judge its book by its cover?&lt;br /&gt;It seriously doesn't mean that he is super innocent when you look at him and when you know who he really is, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And it seriously doesn't mean that throwing paper balls is a sin or rather, bullying.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he was wrong making racist remarks and the rest were only trying to defend their pride too. Just because it was 6 and 1.&lt;br /&gt;Rules are stupid, regulations are dumb..&lt;br /&gt;That's why they always come together, "rules and regulations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i lose friends after friends?&lt;br /&gt;I was looking out of my window just now, the sky was dark, yet blinking light from the ground could be seen. It was those sweet candles. I used to play with it every this time of the year, with a pal. Well, as time passed, we went into different schools and had different kind of friends. I changed, she changed. I really hope to go back to those times when we always played together when we were younger. &lt;br /&gt;she left, unknowingly,&lt;br /&gt;bringing her smile away&lt;br /&gt;burnt those promises into ashes too..&lt;br /&gt;Argh, why must things always change as we grow older!&lt;br /&gt;WHY..&lt;br /&gt;and why is there such a indirect rule in the society that we would be known childish doing things that was allowed when are younger.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i admire people who draws and sings well, they are soo my idols)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-116013844799671674?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/116013844799671674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=116013844799671674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116013844799671674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/116013844799671674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/seriously-theres-something-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115997106095601817</id><published>2006-10-04T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T07:11:00.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you made me tear.&lt;br /&gt;wish to hate you but i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your love is much more important than my life itself" he said while crying, but not touching at all! He's pervertic. The other man is better:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies paper was wrecked up.&lt;br /&gt;Compositions really suck.&lt;br /&gt;Physics is close to hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;So i suck, im wrecked up and im hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible life, but we've got more to face.&lt;br /&gt;Win this war, we must.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for the rest of the papers everyone.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115997106095601817?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115997106095601817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115997106095601817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115997106095601817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115997106095601817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-made-me-tear.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115970983831821047</id><published>2006-10-01T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T06:37:18.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD. CHEERLEADERS, YOU GUYS ROCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Although i was only there for the first 2 episodes, i know you all are super happy now!! All the hardwork and shoutings sure work! I am so happy for you guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;As for XIAOJINGLING, you all are still the best to me, i was laughing throughout the performance, great job!! In our hearts, you all are still the winner yeh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant seem to get all these facts in my brain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115970983831821047?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115970983831821047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115970983831821047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115970983831821047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115970983831821047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115963149981407111</id><published>2006-09-30T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T08:51:39.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When suddenly everything just overturned. Overnight, from your very good pal, it turned into a total stranger. I didn't want to see what i saw. Or hear what i heard. I seriously dont know what's on your mind. I give you all my blessings, till we meet again or never meet, or even pretend see noone when we meet,like you always did.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to stay up late last night and i realised coffee doesn't help. I did amath revision ques all the way to 3am. I told myself,"ok,i'll just lie awhile, and i'll wake up to continue.." I lie and woke half an hour later. Spend a little more time doing and i knock off totally. Woke up early this morning for tuition from 9-1.30pm. I was partially suffering due to those freaking cramps which caused meto lose concentration. How unlucky can i be during this exam period!! Yes, and i vent some fustrations on the sec one kids in my teacher's class. I dont think i did wrong either. They are so so so immature and disobedient. Sec one already leh! So they made some stupid jokes that i heard 3 years ago. And they teased those pathetic 2 girls in the class. Plus,i dont know how they treat that tuition, talking about maple, dota games while teacher is explaining to them, multitasking uh. HA. I didn want to critisize them until they critisized me! I was sitting down all the while so they didn really know how tall i am. The moment i stand they commented "wha, she's actually so short ah!" It hurts my dignity and pride alot. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, i went home and went library to find the girls, i was abit extra there. Well, i did study just that the stinky cramp was really distracting until NOW. We dispersed after a few hours. I went back to jurong and went library myself to study and kill time before proceeding to tuition again. Kartik and Ronnie teacher came to fetch me which saved my busfare :D And then proceed to sophie's place to meet her. Yah, so my day was travelling and studying. But did it really got into my brains? i don't know, i'll know later. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Why do people go haha when they laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing offff&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115963149981407111?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115963149981407111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115963149981407111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115963149981407111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115963149981407111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-suddenly-everything-just.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115953957798791637</id><published>2006-09-29T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:30:49.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It had been long since i blogged again.&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy sword sheep, i will blog!!(one of his hobbies is reading my blog hopefully! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Recently,i'm stucked up with books and studies.&lt;br /&gt;Once you get the hang of it, you realise that u actually like it. I don't expect much for end of year, i just want that scholarship, thats all:D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i missed the showtime, the fun and all..haha, nvermind, i hope they win!!&lt;br /&gt;And luckily, i didn't went, if u see me wearing minis like st margaret, you will puke for days!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i shoved off the trouble finally. And im glad and happy as well :D I knew it would happen, and it did!! yay&lt;br /&gt;Late coming arresters left 1/4, its tough man. Up and down the stairs, normally weiyang would return everything for me, and i can goto class merrily, today, i have to do it all myself and look up to mr goh's face. Luckily, he did not scold me for doing anything wrong. Prince david u arsehole, thanks for not helping me.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, really flies so fast, faster than a mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;In less then 2 days, its exams, and then its end of the year... And in another year time, its our Os! God, time never rest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm mugging with coffee tonight,i can sustain (sharik,i'll prove you wrong!heh)&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, physics and chem and any other subjects are still in doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Ah assilem assilem, go study la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, i will go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115953957798791637?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115953957798791637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115953957798791637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115953957798791637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115953957798791637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-had-been-long-since-i-blogged-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115884285180163522</id><published>2006-09-21T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T05:51:44.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lesson, study blah and blah.&lt;br /&gt;amath,physics,emath,history,english,chemistry,music,cme.&lt;br /&gt;i memorized thursday's timetable.&lt;br /&gt;The guys totally went ga-ga over the physics teacher. BUT i still think her other friend is much prettier, why nobody agrees? hmm&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to meet her for extra physics lessons and i bet they're super excited about it. haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite worried here, luckily there's jianyang guidng me. I will be harsh for once and only once!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist, waited for like 3 periods inside before its my turn. I slept, did math, stared at the air, browse through her documents, talked to susan. Finally its my turn. She's quite a nice lady, haha. One look and she can see that hannah and i are stead, nah, its because of the common significant we had on our hands. Stickers. lol&lt;br /&gt;AND my wisdom tooth is very naughty that it grew tilted and theres a pretty big hole she cannot mould it. She referred me to the hospital. I have to either do braces or go for an opt to extract the 2 teeth. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'll care, just wasting money only.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i did not join them for the showtime thing. Exams are suppose to be on the 4th, but now it turned out to be 2nd. Argh, how dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Will be goingto the hospital tomorrow again. Perhaps the last time,i don't want to waste more money. That scope test cost my whole bank savings.&lt;br /&gt;I need some super good teacher to teach me emath,physics and chemistry. I'm going crazy over studying.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel out, i feel that as well :)&lt;br /&gt;To end my speech, i want reconcilation badly!(if thats a right spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115884285180163522?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115884285180163522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115884285180163522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115884285180163522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115884285180163522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/lesson-study-blah-and-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115875827430517949</id><published>2006-09-20T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:17:54.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, broke my plans.&lt;br /&gt;I came online, again!&lt;br /&gt;Tons of confessions i have to make to someone trustable.&lt;br /&gt;ARGh. SOMEONE ACTUALLY WENT TO WATCH FORBIDDEN CITY. IM SUPER JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. WILL THERE BE CD OR SOMETHING? WHY NOBODY APPRECIATE THAT DRAMA, ALTHOUGH IT MAY SEEM LIKE CHINA KIND? ITS A SINGAPORE ORIGINAL ACTRESS, SINGER and ORIGINAL SONGS BY DICK LEE, SUPERB SONGS!&lt;br /&gt;sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, of studying.&lt;br /&gt;All i want is just money :)&lt;br /&gt;But its tough, so tough.&lt;br /&gt;Finding music scores is tough,&lt;br /&gt;so tough.&lt;br /&gt;And i detest sweet-talks!&lt;br /&gt;So many things are happening,&lt;br /&gt;i would miss you alot, i somehow feel that you're avoiding us. Can't we just have a good game?Not free is an excuse..&lt;br /&gt;And, i hope that we could be together again.&lt;br /&gt;You are the light of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Its too sudden too.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go back to origin.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming, i've decided not to go to showtime.&lt;br /&gt;Won't makea difference though. I hope they win that thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Its too close to exams, to be exact, the next day. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;I met the superband winner one of the guys today, not goodlooking -.- although he got nice accent of english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, is so hard to go on.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115875827430517949?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115875827430517949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115875827430517949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115875827430517949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115875827430517949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-broke-my-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115850369750179706</id><published>2006-09-17T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T07:34:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, its been like almost a week since i blogged. I crashed the computer in my room and i regretted totally! The computer in my living room is half died, and i took like so long to come here to blog. Maybe God wants my com to breakdown because exams are nearing, and is indirectly wanting me to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of tuitions recently, and it really activated my brain a little, but its all on math la..so my sciences are doom.&lt;br /&gt;After tuition on friday, Huimin,Daphne and i went pasar malam roaming. Food, food, food was what i only looked forward to!&lt;br /&gt;Yah, bought stickers, saw some barbie ones and thought that rachel might like it, so i bought it for her. And i went again on saturday. Its only for 3 days so..i went for all 3 days. Its like once in a long while then there's pasar malam, so i cannot miss it. Okay, lunch, dinner was all pasar malam food. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's school tomorrow, don't think will online till weekend because this computer is getting on my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, i miss blogging :(&lt;br /&gt;dumb computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE MAOMAOS FOREVER.&lt;/strong&gt; I EMPHASIZE.&lt;br /&gt;Its forever :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115850369750179706?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115850369750179706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115850369750179706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115850369750179706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115850369750179706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-its-been-like-almost-week-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115796450315197054</id><published>2006-09-11T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:09:53.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. &lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for lessons today. There's spot check in the morning but we could get past with it easily because it was lcx.&lt;br /&gt;Went to class, had english lessons. My hitler's worksheet was horrendously done, i just passed it, and she's going to include it in.I guess there's no more A for english anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Amath lessons are that, Mrs myself kept staring at me when she asked who did not turn up for the holiday lessons, i was darn scared when i explained where did i actually went.&lt;br /&gt;Mr lee did not come to school today i guess, so pure lit was a free lesson today, i slept for about 45 mins which helped me for the later on lessons as i won't feel so tired anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Went for recess and its like the first time im gorging food and rushed for my SC duty. This time, im taking attendance for late coming. Still must go up to chase those people who did not turn up. Weiyang is so not lenient to those people, aiyo. And i still got another duty which is 2A which i've been doing for the past 8 weeks. No change forever. Karin and i took a picture with David's handy dandy camera which he kind of carry it everywhere, everytime.&lt;br /&gt;After recess was another two free periods because the social studies teacher wasn't here. I was very uncomfortable i went to the toilet and threw up again. Mr neo asked my who's suppose to be in class now, that fact that i know who it was but i don't know his name. For his dont know how many lessons in class, i didn't actually greeted him..i was like. "good morning, mr ____"  And i dont know the blank part. Yah, then it was physics, i was copying notes, copying and copying. Mr Tan went to Suntec, haha. And mdm chiong came back to teach us! And chinese lessons was more lessons. Ms lim keep catching hannah and i for talking la.."si ying...min hui.." Oh yeah, for "its showtime!" this time round, there's cash for the best cheer team alright, $1000 dollars man!! And hampers, wow. We must really try hard for this, 20 members, and yanqi even calculated that each of us would get $50 if we win! Wow! But other schools will sure pick rightful cheerleaders for this, we've got to try out best for the money!&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and i did not go for english course today. Uhh..we've been discussing on a topic which we really cannot understand WHY. (why is such a common word. WHY WHY WHY)&lt;br /&gt;Yah, ate a packet of oreo biscuit for lunch. It says "delicious trick with oreo-- TWIST;LICK;DUNK" Wowowow..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be a SUPER LONG DAY. I need sleep. I need to do chemistry worksheet because Mr poh just reminded me. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Singapore Conference Hall, before that, went to eat in long john silver for lunch. I did the silliest thing and i'm guilty. Jing jing and Ru zhen entertained me. Ruzhen's drink leaked, followed by mine. Urgh. Tanjong pagar is a really quiet area, its all offices but very quiet, maybe because its Sunday? Yeh, went to the short seminar cum concert by Ms chen, Mr goh and other teachers from other choir. They sang well. Ros came! She sat beside me and we criticed together. Wanted to get dinner but there was some problem, Raffles mall was not a good location for us. WE parted and Ganmin and i went to jurong point for dinner. In the train, we looked at legs. Billy bombers really cost a bomb in Dominic's pocket. Then, went swensens. And went home. AND, i don't look at chest hairs! IT WAS TOO OBVIOUS THAT IT CAUGHT MY EYE OKAY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010302.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i meant, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010301.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDS UP, PALMS TOGETHER, SHAKE YOUR HEAD, SHAKE SHAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010306.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i meant by shoe-bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010309.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert. No flash light!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye. I've got a mission to do now(again). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115796450315197054?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115796450315197054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115796450315197054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115796450315197054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115796450315197054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115781632909454644</id><published>2006-09-09T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T08:46:08.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. i guess i just post the pictures first before telling my story today :)&lt;br /&gt;This is so that mr EMCEE can see that there's pictures here for him to get! WOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the fishball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO. they like him alot, alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010293.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame the one that cannot take the picture properly :) I dont know whose head did he cut off. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010296.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010282.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010283.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010283.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010284.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cameraman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010281.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010287.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jianyang and I. Another mad one. (Candid for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010288.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red people. (lionel and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010299.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went mad together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010280.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real cousins :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second day of NJRC. I went but failed my mission for the day but nevermind, i had fun!! Yah, maybe i lose control until i embarrassed myself too much, my sis said i made her lose face.Fine fine..&lt;br /&gt;Yah, and maybe my existance there ws disliked? I never know. The dancer danced superb, i just just in time to watch them dance. :)&lt;br /&gt;As expected, riverside won. they were great la, all the outfit and everything, all prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Although westwood did not win, everyone of them was terrific! All went really high. WOO! That's what i like about the red sea! Rasyidah and hannah went off first. I went home when the whole thing was about to end.&lt;br /&gt;This year robotics team wasm't as good uh? They told me that the sec ones did not want to listen to advise. And, now they've got karma. But they did put in alot of effort. Three cheers for them:). I bet everyone had fun. Its tough bring the audience to go wacky, some are even rude, but its okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Took 198 bus back with Jeremy and Siddiq, went to get dinner. On the bus, Siddiq asked me, "Zaffan hate bangala ah?" Then there's this bangala man in front of us, he turned back la. So scary man! It was just a question, but i did reply "yah, he will beat them.." I bet he got more angry. And I watched them eat cse i've already ate the delicious tasty cookie(the name it is), and its indeed delicious and tasty but expensive -_-. Yah, then went home. Forget to photostat my chemistry worksheet, took a walk to gekpoh. Then went up to Daphne's house to return, and we cannot stop chatting. I was standing at her doorstep, then she came to my doorstep. She likes my brother alot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i've made it short. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be having a choir seminar at SCH. Hmm, meeting them to eat and then meet the rest at tanjong pagar mrt station. &lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;AND JIANYANG. I'M DONE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115781632909454644?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115781632909454644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115781632909454644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115781632909454644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115781632909454644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115772165352242931</id><published>2006-09-08T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T06:25:13.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just thought of ways to call my own name -_-&lt;br /&gt;mar lee sar&lt;br /&gt;mel ee ser&lt;br /&gt;mel lee sah&lt;br /&gt;marl ees arh&lt;br /&gt;mer li ser&lt;br /&gt;meh lee sah&lt;br /&gt;as sil em&lt;br /&gt;(but just changing the letters here and there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach ache again and again. URGH&lt;br /&gt;All the occurance that i don't want to experience is here again. Just like seasons changing.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to choir today because of these stinky things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays seemed boring though. Yeah, finally, i guess i prefer school days more.&lt;br /&gt;More tuition tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;Irene's showing me her scope results on monday and i'm showing mine to her. It'll be gross but funny. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;NOTICE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANYONE INTERESTED IN GOING TO NJRC TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE CALLING FOR MORE MANPOWER TO BEAT RS.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO HELLO HAVOC WESTWOODIANS.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU THINK YOU ARE THE HAVOC TYPE, PLEASE CONTACT ME BY TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;IF I CALL YOU BY TONIGHT MEANS THAT YOU BELONG TO THE HAVOC PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;SO DO JOIN THE REST OF THE HAVOCY WESTWOODIANS TOMORROW TO ROCK THE HOUSE. WOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;I've got superman on my wall. And he's flying forever to rescue everyone who need his gentle cuddle to fly. Muscles, charming eyes, well built body, a curl on the tip of the fringe, and a "S" to symbolise that his the man of superiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/s1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/s2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the opposite from the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/s3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fly, not pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/s4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/s4.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115772165352242931?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115772165352242931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115772165352242931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115772165352242931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115772165352242931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-thought-of-ways-to-call-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115763907237698710</id><published>2006-09-07T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T07:33:06.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When its comes to being material,&lt;br /&gt;i meant you and you and you and you.&lt;br /&gt;Leave them alone. Reflect on yourselves, what's the point of doing all these.&lt;br /&gt;So what do appearing harmless, innocent young people do good to you.&lt;br /&gt;And whoever pals came to help you.&lt;br /&gt;Bullies are afterall bullies. Leave means leave. Look who's the devil with all the sins here. Pissed with dumb acts. Saying things that totally contradict. Stop faking being amiable. Who's the one tainted here, look into the mirror and you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;Stop bullying, no difference succeeding because you're still deceitful to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had close to 4 hours of amath just now.&lt;br /&gt;But i like it though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogger.com/publish-comment.do?blogID=33541536&amp;postID=115756173318750321&amp;r=ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth taking a look, i wasn't really a fan, but i do get pissed off with such insults to Singapore. Tsk Tsk Tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, bahh.. the pain is coming back la.&lt;br /&gt;The report showed that the problem comes from the antrum, its like swelling.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do too, but its hurting more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115763907237698710?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115763907237698710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115763907237698710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115763907237698710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115763907237698710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-its-comes-to-being-material-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115762010584576475</id><published>2006-09-07T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:08:25.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just back shopping with mom.&lt;br /&gt;Went to made my very own atm card. But i can't use it -_-&lt;br /&gt;I made a fool out of myself again in front of the lady.&lt;br /&gt;I love to go shopping with mom because i do not have to spend my money.&lt;br /&gt;I found a pair of pants that i won't look very fat in. And mom insisted on getting me a white shirt because i lose it in batam one month ago. She spent quite alot buying her own stuffs. Ate icecream for lunch cum mid dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And, i realised tuition is not at 7, its at 5.30, 30 more minutes to go. I've got to hurry.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115762010584576475?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115762010584576475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115762010584576475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115762010584576475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115762010584576475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-back-shopping-with-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115760397636736224</id><published>2006-09-06T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:13:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the 7th of September&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 8th, ARGH&lt;br /&gt;FORBIDDEN CITY!&lt;br /&gt;Mom will be returning early today.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to use my account to make a atm card for herself as well.&lt;br /&gt;Going to accompany her later then go to tuition. Extra lessons today, which is kind of good though, since i missed school lessons yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Did 5 social studies essays yesterday, will finish with the last one today. :)&lt;br /&gt;A boring day, taking care of my brother at home. I'm cooking for him, muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of extra tuitions today, i cannot go to ganmin's home later for more lessons. Maybe i could, but it'll be at night. Or i'll go tomorrow after choir. &lt;br /&gt;And now what, "Steve Irwin have already leave us for 2 days,if you put a turtle or a rose, you will die. So take away quickly." Tsktsk.. Maybe i should go and start one and let it roam around uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice name for the who-shall-never-be-named-in-what-so-ever-situation-due-to-the-dangerous-effect-if-this-were-to-be-spill-out-to-unauthorised-personel-Unimaginable-effects-and-events-will-take-place-and-it-will-be-indescribably-eviliciously-evil-even-we-don't-know-how-evil-it-could-get-so-it-is-safer-for-us-not-to-say-out-the-name-of-you-know-who&lt;br /&gt;guess whose name is this for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice one syidah. haha! I find it very interesting. :D&lt;br /&gt;Right, nothing to do, off to do more homeworks!&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aerotoot, your voice very funny :D)&lt;br /&gt;and i know why already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPORT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;china soccer captain did martial arts on our singapore player and (hoho), dislocated his arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;He scream at the television but he was actually trying to scream at the referee and the player.&lt;br /&gt;singapore ranking: 106&lt;br /&gt;china ranking: 103&lt;br /&gt;reporter:does that makes singapore and china the same?&lt;br /&gt;China player No.13 Shao Jia Yi: It is an insult to say that.&lt;br /&gt;And all the bad words came spilling out of singaporeans mouth.&lt;br /&gt;So does that draw us to a conclusion that china players got no sportsmanship?&lt;br /&gt;That leaves us to think about it. Being racist or shielding our own country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Report-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115760397636736224?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115760397636736224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115760397636736224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115760397636736224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115760397636736224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-is-7th-of-september-tomorrow-is.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115752836321295726</id><published>2006-09-06T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T02:13:34.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up very early today.&lt;br /&gt;Changed and went to the hospital with my mum's company.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been eating or drinking for like 12 hours and i felt rather weak. Tempted by food along the way, urgh. Went to take the "Kent ridge wing" side of the bus. Went up to the endoscopy centre, while waiting, i fall asleep. The nurse called my name and i'm like kind of blur because i just got woke up by her. The room was like an operation room but smaller. The moment i saw the nurse that called me, i was thinking,"no way she will be the one to inject for me!" She's a nurse from china, but she really frightens me by her actions, quite a muddlehead. She wrap something around my wrist, to take my blood pressure and clip something else n for heartbeat. blah and blah.. Then, she told me, "I'm going to put this in to make you fall asleep ok? Not painful one, its like a mosquito bite only " and she got ready. Argh, she was going to inject for me afterall. Horrors of horrors(rebecca taught me this phrase), she poke and took out poke and took up several times because she cannot find the right place. I was like "WALAO, its pain you know! I don't dare to look but i can feel!" Then the older doctor say, "push it deeper.." Upon hearing that, i started crying already. Then Dr marion came and inject more stuffs, a few times somemore. So painful!! And they never award me something for being a good kid, a sweet or a chocolate also can, but they didn't:(. They put something into my throat claiming its like hot and bitter, but i felt nothing. The nurse wanted me to bite onto a tube thing, then i started laughing and i can't remember when did i actually fall asleep. I was unconscious for more than 2 hours lying in the ward inside. When i woke up, i cannot walk properly, i felt very weak and wobbly. Quite tired plus my stomach hurts too. The doctor did took out tissues from me, i wonder whether it is bleeding inside? Because my stomach really hurts. ARGHH, and my stomach looks disgusting!!!&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, i've got to go back there again. And, i'm back on more medication, SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;After doing 1 social studies, my hand where the injection was hurts man, argh, hope there isn't any side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115752836321295726?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115752836321295726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115752836321295726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115752836321295726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115752836321295726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/woke-up-very-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115746591954748277</id><published>2006-09-05T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:37:35.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from tuition, was acually pissed (again!)&lt;br /&gt;Now, i bet all of them understand how i feel too, lol&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot to Aarti for speaking up for me. His really mean or maybe his simply deaf. Sometimes, he don't know what he said do hurt people.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will know someday because almost everyone was pissed!!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't want to skip class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And, arif tricked me and gave me a shock!&lt;br /&gt;"melissa..do you want to stead with me..?" Serious tone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like what the hell is wrong with him!&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was to trick me. He's not only a good dancer, plus a artiste uh!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i'm going to go on tricking other people. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115746591954748277?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746591954748277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115746591954748277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115746591954748277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115746591954748277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/came-back-from-tuition-was-acually.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115745161129156699</id><published>2006-09-05T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:20:11.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm right here, quickly blogging about today.&lt;br /&gt;Right, end of the english enrichment. I've learnt to write better essays. &lt;br /&gt;Rebecca,Crystal and Nazreen kept saying about me eating in class. I was popping sweets after sweets into my mouth, its my breakfast, haha.&lt;br /&gt;We had some roti-prata, nuqman and nazreen bought them, it was like dirtied by the teacher la, she peeled them into pieces for us to share. Although its quite dirty, but we still ate it.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, today wasn't really a pleasant day, its not good to be involve in something you don't wish to. Its terrible being middle people as well. I hope that matter is resolved now, sometimes, its "give in give in and still give in.." As i said, you can never avoid gossips in your life, NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;The fries melted, my ice melted, my oreo melted as well, but its still not okay. Tears dropped, shoutings, apologising, its always like that.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back home with Zawani and Ganmin, Ganmin cooked maggie for me, I'm so not a good cook. Worst of all, i won't even care about my future husband and kids, they shall cook themselves. :D I ate, and we left home like an hour later, ganmin and i proceed to choir practice. Haven't sing, it started to rain already.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I wasn't feeling too good either, my gastric is coming back to me, causing me not to sleep well yesterday night. &lt;br /&gt;I could break the guiness world record you know, for most burpings. Ganmin, Zawani and i talked about baby times. I was damn small, about 4pounds(do i use this term?) only. My head circumference also very small, and how did i turn out to be now? EXTRA LARGE. My grandma did scolded my mom when she gave birth to me, for me being small.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, the EXCOs prepared a surprised birthday celebration for ms chen, i help them turned off the light at 3.10 sharp, Mr chen face was ":O, what the hell is she doing.." something like that. &lt;br /&gt;Learnt a new song, a pretty nice song"Esta Tierra" The conductor blabbered the words..i was like "wow..." &lt;br /&gt;And umm, i couldn't eat the cake. I cannot eat until tomorrow, sigh. I'm scared of injections. Argh, :(&lt;br /&gt;I've got this photo, i look dumb but just see it if you want. Gotta go for tuition soon, then go ganmin house to take some stuffs and return some stuffs. God bless your brother ganmin, his a adorable kid :) See you at NUH tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/MVC-018F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/MVC-018F.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like a sparstic idiot. So skinny, so different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/MVC-023F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/MVC-023F.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, my little brother, couple of years ago. Aww, kuchikuchi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a headache, argh. So tired today.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy riding a bike.I want to buy one and cycle to school everyday!! My wish for now. BIKE. Although i cannot cycle well, I was sceaming as i bang onto the platform. I always bang onto something whenever i cycle. Syazwan's bike is cool, humpty-dumpty's one is cool too. I couldn't ride the big one, course i'm too small. But i cannot ride the small one, cse i might squash it.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is messy today :(&lt;br /&gt;And that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115745161129156699?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115745161129156699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115745161129156699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115745161129156699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115745161129156699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-right-here-quickly-blogging-about.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115737500057188576</id><published>2006-09-04T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T06:17:09.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, I would believe you people actually did said that.&lt;br /&gt;My trust for you all is gone alright. Bullshit. Don't act pathetic and gain sympathy from older ones, i won't fall for that.&lt;br /&gt;I pity her because who knows, i might end up just like her, losing every single one of you. Too many fakers in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, trust them and i become a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Went for english enrichment today, i was wide awake in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;Shuhui met me and we went ot meet hannah, waited for 10 mins or so?&lt;br /&gt;If i did not leave, i would miss my breakfast. Bought some food and ate it without being noticed while the crowd was gathering, okay, elsa saw and guessed my food :X&lt;br /&gt;Went for class, just kept on writing and asking her questions -_-. Time past rather fast, it was 12 and we're dismissed. My day was boring but my holiday won't seem like a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's choir practice would be from 2.30-6. Argh, long but have to hang on because hopefully after the holidays, we would have a break. Happy thing would be, tomorrow would be the second and last day of english enrichment, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Yah, the man Steve Irwin was killed by a stingray.Very painful, but he died doing what he loved most, happily and meaningfully(like my friend said). So does it mean,no more documentary? I'm suppose to put a turtle in front of my nick name right? But isn't he associated with crocodiles, not turtle? Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Someone answered me that,haha.Thanks, now i know.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, stop telling me to put the turtle.&lt;br /&gt;8 of Sep is coming, its itching my heart!!!&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I truly, wholeheartedly want to watch the drama!!&lt;br /&gt;FORBIDDEN CITY.&lt;br /&gt;Its too late to get the tickets now. I love the songs.&lt;br /&gt;i hope tomorrow would be a better day, for you and for me and the entire human race. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks elise for helping me find those songs, yay :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115737500057188576?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115737500057188576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115737500057188576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115737500057188576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115737500057188576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/sigh-i-would-believe-you-people.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115727684178987794</id><published>2006-09-03T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:47:21.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if somebody did not tell me, i would be thrown back by centuries. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i don't mind either, the best thing i would do, is pretend i don't know at all. My only aim towards life is this now and i have to accomplish it. I must work double for you.&lt;br /&gt;Korean dramas are really captivating. However, to finish it faster, i watched the first, middle and last CD and get it over with. I was suppose to cry, its very touching. I love korean dramas for the stories, not charactors. The story plot are not typical at all, it always different, but most of the time grieving love stories, but caught my attention as well. Ya, and my mum got hysterical. Just a phonecall got her to go to IMM to meet her idol despite her feeling drowsy and tired.&lt;br /&gt;And so, i'm home alone.&lt;br /&gt;Went for my cousin's housewarming yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I always love to visit young couple's apartment, very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I went there and just kept on watching DVDs, nothing else i could do too. &lt;br /&gt;Her room looks like a studio so my cousin started snapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010269.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010269.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010283.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010273.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010272.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010272.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010256.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my name is elson, i am 4 years old." He kept telling me that:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010275.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're finally allowed to drink wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010286.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go entertain myself with some homeworks now.&lt;br /&gt;toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115727684178987794?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115727684178987794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115727684178987794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115727684178987794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115727684178987794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-somebody-did-not-tell-me-i-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115710947490670365</id><published>2006-09-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T04:20:23.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CRAMPS. I SO HATE CRAMPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT. I was almost immobilised for the whole morning, all i could do was lie on bed and cried in pain. It lasted all the way till late noon, down on luck. Urgh. I was having fever and vomitting, just because of it. Argh. I could not do my emath and amath assignment because of the pain, i cannot stay still.&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad flu yesterday (OOO pronounced).&lt;br /&gt;Took a pill and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I could do nothing much today, not even eating well, this time was real bad, shucks!&lt;br /&gt;The end, hope tomorrow would be better. Or rather, tonight, hope i could sleep well though.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115710947490670365?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115710947490670365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115710947490670365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115710947490670365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115710947490670365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/cramps.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115710149321007471</id><published>2006-09-01T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T02:07:23.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/6c03.yeah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/6c03.yeah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/6c03.werox.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/6c03.werox.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/6c03.informal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/6c03.informal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/6c03.formal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/6c03.formal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115710149321007471?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115710149321007471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115710149321007471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115710149321007471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115710149321007471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-of-us-all-of-us-girls-again-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115702639094589264</id><published>2006-08-31T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T05:48:36.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was teachers' day celebration. Woke up late today, but still manage to be early. I slotted in all the cards I did last night (with the help of my sister). Sprayed more perfume, I like the smell, but it made me keep sneezing. The sky was dark, and the weather was quite bad, the school was probably afraid that we might get blown off by the wind while running, so running was cancelled. I was happy actually. SCs went to change and got ready for the dance. The principal talked for a very long time, Hannah and I also chatted at the back of the hall, until the performance begin. The music started and we ran in suddenly like some gundoos. Lols. Everyone seem to be like, huh? Yah, then it was over and the program went on and on, then it was the presenting of gifts time, Mr chiam asked me who made  the flowers, I said the other SCs and I, then he said "Hao Li Hai, what class are you from?" He asked me that about 4 times and still doesn't remember -_-&lt;br /&gt;After watching the student-teacher captain's ball game in the hall and the soccer games in the field, we're allowed to leave, around 11plus or so.&lt;br /&gt;Had Syidah's cookies to keep my stomach occupied the whole morning till noon. She make great cookies man!&lt;br /&gt;Reached Xingnan, as usual there was a big crowd. I went in with Ganmin, Dominic, Huzaimie, Khairil and his brother. We met a couple or westwoodians which I am kind of shocked to meet them. People like Yong kent, Austen, Jesselyn, I've never seen them in my xingnan life. Lols. We ate together, cheap food, but i could barely eat because I was talking to Kassandra , Luting and Eshton. I practically wasted the nasi lemak, with only about 6 munches. Luting could not believe that i'm a student counsellor, because i totally don't look like one, and they hate student counsellors becuase those in their school are really picky. Then, Theresa, Yuchun, Anson, Hiongyong, Alvin, Boon hien and Shaun came, we walked around trying to find teachers that remember us. Met Madam Lily Lim, she don't recognize our names but at least she did not call me as Ganmin. Then, saw the pretty Madam Rahayu, Mr lau and Mr Siew. We bought the soup we always loved. Joanna, Shahira, Pengyang, Kenneth, Weihan, Mingjun, Chiakai and many others came after that. But the one I really wish to meet did not come, QINA LEE QIAO XIN. Totally did not bump into her for 3 whole years, but she still did not come. Perhaps traumatized by us. (py's favourite word)&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, despite being in different school, we've still got stuffs to talk about and even got chased out together. Many people changed for the better in terms of appearance, for me? I'm forever the same. Eshton claimed that i'm still very blur, and got a bad memory-_-(hello, at least i remember you :D). We took pictures at the area where I first ever in my life make a speech. We went up to 6C to recall the so called great reminiscence. We kept on talking, until Madam Sita stand at the front door which reminds me of my school's discipline mistress (scared me a lot). All of them are doing well i suppose:). Yang cheng came, ARGH, he waved at me, I didn't saw, ARGH, I miss him a lot, ARGH, my junior with pinchable cheeks, ARGH. Missed such a golden opportunity. However, for the first year in 2004, almost more than half the class came back, in 2005, half of half came back, now 2006, a quarter of half. Next year? Nevermind, I really wish to meet them someday. After that, more left, pengyang,luting,Joanna,hiongyong,boonhien,shaun,Alvin and I went to eat. Vicky came, happy to see him, needless to say, one and a half head taller than me. He joined the art club as CCA, quite surprising, because he used to be a star player in their soccer team during those days. Lols, he's still good till now I believe. Tsk tsk, it was drizzling, so I took a bus home. Said goodbye to them and it will be around another year, till then, we'll meet again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115702639094589264?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115702639094589264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115702639094589264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115702639094589264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115702639094589264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-teachers-day-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115686222862616227</id><published>2006-08-29T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:37:08.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't need material stuffs, all i need was a little love. But you two cannot even give me joy to life, need not to say, love.&lt;br /&gt;I rather you wack me than hurt me by words because hurting me emotionally is more painful than physically. Yes, im fuck type. Im cheaper than a whore. Please use words correctly before you shout it out. Your vocabulary is only fuck? CB? LJ? How crude, i will thank you alot for bringing me up this way. You don't teach me the right way, at least don't influence me to the wrong way. I will not follow your footsteps. When i grow up one day, you'll be forgotten. I won't remember you. Since you won't even let me have the right to speak, we shall not speak. Since i seem to be the worst kid you've ever think i am, don't treat it as you know me. Since you assumed my studies suck, at least don't insult my hardwork. Since you don't know me, you don't know my age, you don't know my subjects i'm taking, you don't know anything about me, don't label me as who you think i am, because you are no better, and you totally don't fit to be a child's dad, why bother to shout fuck at me.&lt;br /&gt;My day was so-called ruined, thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely prefer school than home, friends than family, weekdays than weekends. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to enjoy life still, i'm going to. Without you. I will learn to not get affected by you, because you're simply nobody to me. You educate me to be this way, don't blame it on my, what you call it "fucking school". &lt;br /&gt;I would respect you only if you respect me as a child. There's no room to talk now or anytime, you let the chances in the past slipped away. Smoke all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look forward to life hoping you'll regret every single thing you've did.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you push me too far..i don't know what i'll resort in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A POEM TO CHEER MYSELF UP (a poem by &lt;strong&gt;joey peh, zawani, ros, rasyidah, arif and i&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;the day i planted my seed&lt;br /&gt;was a wonderful feeling indeed&lt;br /&gt;i brought my seed to life&lt;br /&gt;three hundred and sixty-five&lt;br /&gt;were the days i waited&lt;br /&gt;water was what it needed&lt;br /&gt;a little light here and there&lt;br /&gt;and a little touch of care&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!Grow tree grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115686222862616227?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115686222862616227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115686222862616227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115686222862616227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115686222862616227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-need-material-stuffs-all-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115677185588636823</id><published>2006-08-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:38:53.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was also not a good day for me :(&lt;br /&gt;Morning, the principal had a looong talk about integrity and other core values. It was boring, she probably knew it herself.&lt;br /&gt;Had some english brain teaser thing during english lessons, know my english grades too.&lt;br /&gt;Amath, SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get sets,and venn-diagram, boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Pure lit results was expected. Had a worrying meal during recess. After that went for duties, i'm really pissed with these people but they never listen, to be exact, never listen to me. I scold like a idiot. I'm always fierce!&lt;br /&gt;The timetable can never place social studies before physics, because social studies always makes me doze off. And then bringing the sleepy mood next to physics lesson. I seriously don't think i absorbed much during social studies and earlier part of physics lessons. After going to the toilet for a face bath, i was afreshed once again :D&lt;br /&gt;Met lina in the toilet(fate), we walked past 3F because i wanted to get some water. Saw Ms LL with a cane and Mr EK, wacking someone probably.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, Chinese lessons was the last two periods. I hate chinese. I've never failed chinese in my whole life. Just because i did not come for a day, i couldn't take the test, i got 0. ZERO. Bloody hell, it cause me to fail my chinese, it's so unfair. Yah, i know crying wouldn't help, teacher's won't help too. Urgh, this time, how am i going to face my mum. She won't understand. Teachers, only know how to talk, in fact, they don't even freaking hell care. ZERO, for the first time.(Hospital's fault. AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;Had english enrichment, had a good laugh. Sheikh mistook the teacher as another teacher just because she cut her hair. lols. Left for SC, pondering if i want to dance even though i make no difference as well. :) So, i started with some big shoes nonsense, darn, i really got the biggest body but smallest foot. I look like a clown wearing big shoes. But i had good laughs too. Thanks my accompliance, shanheng.(muahaha). And my pimples are big and ugly. Pimples are never beautiful am i right? Jianyang even laugh at my pimples -_-. IT WILL BE GONE. SOMEDAY;SOMETIME;SOMEHOW;SOMEWHAT :D&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i do hate to be forced. There were fake pretendence although they were present for a moment, do you even think its sincere. I love everything of you but ffo gniwohs :)&lt;br /&gt;Was late to fetch my little brother, i regretted. He did not cry, did not blame me, I was glad. But i suck as a sister. :( Sorry Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;-we're drifting apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115677185588636823?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115677185588636823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115677185588636823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115677185588636823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115677185588636823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-also-not-good-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115665960936192308</id><published>2006-08-26T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:33:44.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August 25 was the worst day of my life. I assumed that i've got no more dad. I don't want to talk much about that night, i was emotionally hurt. He fail as a dad. Sucker. However, that night also made me realised who's the nicest to me, who cares for me the most, my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, brought my swollen eyes to school. I wasn't punch or anything, but it was real ugly. "What happen to you?" makes me burst out crying more, the swell got worse. It wasn't anyone's fault, it was simple his. Had choir from 8.30-12.03 because i have to leave and fetch my little brother from tuition. Had a tough time trying to concentrate despite the tired eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it got better, rested at home till around 5pm. Got ready to meet up with hannah, she wore the jumpers. yay:) I wanted to call her to wear it but she wore without me telling her. hehe. We went to meet up with arif,shuhui,irene and denise. Arif seemed to be surrounded by girls. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Took 187 and went to the other part of jurong west. They tried shopping for dresses or skirts that suits the song. But luck was not around. lol. I went to buy the ribbons and leaves for flower making for the 3rd time. Then, we went to queue for tu-tu kueh again. lols. Denise and Irene know the place very very well, they could tell me the history of the particular place exactly.&lt;br /&gt;It was getting quite late so we proceed to IMM, we made alot of noise in the train. Planned to take some neoprints since we've not taken them for ages. We went and there were not many people :) I wanted to play with the machine that we could climb, but unfortunately the machine have not been working after arif stepped in some time ago. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/img009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/img006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/img005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/img004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/img003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/img002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/img007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/img001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was like the one and only time i went out this year happily. Finally, there's no one with boyfriend around. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;On the way to IMM, it started drizzling, then pouring. We all started running, and no need to mention, drenched. But i didn't care much, i cared more about the chocolate arif had than being drenched. :D &lt;br /&gt;Here comes the worst experience of my life, it was raining, it was dark. We're trying to get to a shelter as soon as possible. Hannah and Irene ran across the road thinking nothing but chiong. LOL. Shuhui grabbed one of them, she was the third person. And the person that most likely will get knock down by the taxi coming at our direction. Arif pulled me, i pulled her, luckily we did that. If not, she'll get knock down for sure. And luckily, everyone were safe. We walked in IMM like some idiots, wet from head to toes. I was cold man. Shuhui sprain her wrist, my fault i guess, but she didn't blame me, lol, she thank me for pulling her. Hannah said im a hero (yay). It was the scariest experience because i had never seen a clear sight of someone getting knocked down, i almost do. whew! A lifetime encounter i don't want anymore. lol&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy the lanyards but the shop was closed, urgh, so i'll probably have to go back tomorrow again, arif bought his tie, and we took taxi to JP, we cut queue to be exact :)&lt;br /&gt;Shuhui went back home by the cab while the rest of us went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The end,&lt;br /&gt;I did not talk to him, i did it.&lt;br /&gt;As i really hate the sight of him at home, URGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115665960936192308?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115665960936192308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115665960936192308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115665960936192308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115665960936192308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-25-was-worst-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115651361139876517</id><published>2006-08-25T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:46:51.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to update for yesterday, but the com in my room don't seem to be able to get access with blogger, so i only can come here today!&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and recall, i remembered i've got tons to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;This was what Mrs Myself wrote to myself for the amath test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/img002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i've made many many flowers, thanks alot to &lt;strong&gt;KARIN&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;HANNAH&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;HUZAIMIE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ZULFAIDI&lt;/strong&gt;, Y&lt;strong&gt;ONG KENT&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;JARED&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;MEITING&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;AUDREY&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;JASMINE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;IRENE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;DAPHNE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;CHERYL&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;RASYIDAH&lt;/strong&gt;, little boy &lt;strong&gt;JUNWEN&lt;/strong&gt;(for getting me a plastic bag, WITH HOLE, "thanks")&lt;br /&gt;And the people that helped me in class, &lt;em&gt;kahboon&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;susan&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;huimin&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;yanqi&lt;/em&gt;. I hope i never miss out anyone. Thanks alot, but we've only made 36 bouquets, 20 more to go people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010218.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and i went karin house twice we could close our eyes and go there already. (okay, maybe not so) SC's will be dancing high school musical " we're all in this together" this will be one of the very few times i'm actually dancing la. Dancing and me? Totally apart. Don't believe, 31 August, if i'm dancing, have a good laugh looking at me. But its because its HSM, so i'm interested, muaha! Practises are tough for people like me, but i'm very happy that i've finally know how to dance, something i yearn for! WOO.&lt;br /&gt;OHH, not to forget, XIAO JING LING got in, i'm super happy. I went to congratulate Alex but he don't seem happy, he said that its very tiring, he don't like. But, like zul5di said, its a lifetime skill, can learn, must learn. Just like making flower, he's second try or so was very beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;Elective history is finally coming into china, China was suppose to be an interestign topic ehs? Because there's many many stories to listen and i like! The pure history pupils actually said its &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;Yah, so everyday after school will have lancing lancing (dancing dancing). Nevermind, it's a form of losing weight thing to me. Very tired though, and very very tough. About more than 10 of them came to my place yesterday, just to lancing lancing. Arif and hannah stayed till quite late to master the cheerleaders move. &lt;br /&gt;Today, 3/4 maomaos were having a conversation, full of assumptions, but don't know if its true, However, i will love the hairy ones, forever :)&lt;br /&gt;Got back my test papers, chemistry was a waste, finally i did well and it only contribute to 40%, while the rest of the test, i did like "Shit"&lt;br /&gt;And, i finally pass physics. 2nd time this year, whew. Mr poh said he'll be leaving perhaps next year. I don't want him to. Mr tan said that chem will be getting more difficult, Mr poh is definitely a good chem teacher. What's gingerbread man? ALthough i've got the watch but i never had eat it before for my whole life. Does it taste gingery? Is it somesort of a cookie? Or is it bread? Is it healthy since ginger is healthy? Is it brown? Does it always have to smile? Is it hard? Couldn't it have some hair? We'll soon find out.&lt;br /&gt;(They locked the door&lt;br /&gt;She mourns, he pants&lt;br /&gt;Clothes on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Ancient music&lt;br /&gt;Till the dawn&lt;br /&gt;What have i done?!&lt;br /&gt;Its too late&lt;br /&gt;No longer fun)&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was this sexualarity course, about HIV.&lt;br /&gt;Luckly it was a short session.&lt;br /&gt;The above "poem" was from the file i've got after acting as being someone contracted with HIV positive. lol&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't know that some temple actually pray to phallus, so disgusting. But if you want a baby boy when you're giving birth, pray to a phallus.&lt;br /&gt;I realised, although i'm a left-hander, i'm usually using my right brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not dancing anymore. No more lose weight plan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115651361139876517?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115651361139876517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115651361139876517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115651361139876517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115651361139876517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-wanting-to-update-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115625705210375075</id><published>2006-08-22T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T07:30:52.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My home just got a blackout, i've already typed this like halfway and POOF* everything is gone. BLACKOUT, do you call this cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday night, it all acted up again. I puked my entire dinner, and its like, the feeling of choked and i cannot breath. My sis got scared.&lt;br /&gt;Like another dull morning, everyday is monday blues, tuesday blues, wednesday blues and so on..I went to school different today, because i carried an extra paper bag with me. I saw a young boy with 2 even younger siblings. He's riding them on a bike, so sweet huh. The older brother(who looks not even like a p5 yet) told his siblings to pick the bottles on the floor. Maybe because i AM there, they were embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i thought Push ball was fun and i can't wait to play because this is like the second time this whole year sec3s are able to touch the ball. i THOUGHT it was fun. Yes, it was fun, but i got myself all mud-up(no such word). My face was like squashed by that &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;, rolling ball. My clothes are dirty, hands are dirty, face is dirty, hair is messy. Wow, this is how exciting push-ball can get. It turns you into a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;Had physics test after that, multiple choice was tough, most of us so called "tikam" our way out. I didn't have time to finish the paper.(OH, i realised that i ALWAYS cannot finish my testS) After physics, P.E(not potential energy), its physical education. We had volleyball game. Why is our PE teacher so PROUD. Pespiring game for ME. I was bothering Ms tan for the emath results, i wanted to know my grades beforehand, but when she's about to show me, i said "nononono.." Then, i wanted to see again.. but i went "nonono.." irritating huh.&lt;br /&gt;RECESS, eat, did not left early to catch thief today, i have to change my dirty clothes. Urr, chemistry results was satisfying. Our class did quite a well-done job. Amath was disastrous. My Amath is deproving. She took the paper back, i'll show what comment she wrote about me! Urgh. Mrs Myself is so twit too, i didn't know, BLUR BLUR BLUR, i didn't have time!! Amath was pushed forward, so we basically missed lunch break. After that, we travelled to Chinatown heritage Museum. #As we walk to the left, as we walk to the right, as we walk, as we walk, as we walk all night# Cut it, but the museum did appear out of nowhere. I thought i would prefer going to the indian temple, seems more interesting, and FREE probably. It's nice in there, air-con available. The staffs were afraid that we would destroy their stuff i think, because we're not from a well-known school. Ha! I was freaked out by the burning of joss sticks to the potrait thing. But it was really an experience, i really do want to go and live in the past for a week or so. Okay, maybe 3 days i cannot tahan already, but i'm willing to try!! Found myself a good sleeping position on the bus, and slept to and fro. Went home and saw my Ahma collecting paper cardboards, if i tell my auntie about this, my Ahma sure kena another lecture. And I went tuition on time today. Rushed home to watch showtime. WHEN'S THE RESULT, I'M ANTICIPATING, WE'RE ALL ANTICIPATING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115625705210375075?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115625705210375075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115625705210375075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115625705210375075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115625705210375075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-home-just-got-blackout-ive-already.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115616256459560568</id><published>2006-08-21T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:21:42.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought i was doomed, i'm so happy crystal found my book. SHE'S ALWAYS MY SAVIOUR &lt;3 Cried for nothing, it was right on top afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Had a fine day, long draggy lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Morning was Chemistry common test. I couldn't sleep well yesterday night, or rather, did i actually slept? My mind was bothered with the lost Emath 10 yr series and Mol calculations. I bet i was actually dreaming about calculating mole. Surprisingly, in my dreams, i can do. Compared to the real paper itself, its totally different!!&lt;br /&gt;And yes again, i did said that i want to skip enrichment course because its not enriching at all. However, I'm a scardy-cat, i'm afraid of punishment right. I still went in the end. Zizong and tianhaw tricked us saying ms lau was catching people that skipped the lessons or go late for lessons, so we rushed up to class. IT WAS A FALSE ALARM. Nevermind, one word to describe today's lesson, boring. I tried pinching rachel to keep her awake. At 4.15pm, hannah and i left to buy the flower making stuffs for SC. Darn, deadline is on friday la. Some people, please help. We bought the stuffs and went to buy some tu-tu kueh, yum yum i must say. We couldn't go tomorrow because of the trip to the museum which is sort of my idea(me and my big mouth). Amath lessons will be brought forward then, Mrs Myself kept saying that i'm as usual (blur) HELLO, i'm not blur! Ask her about my test, she just said, "As usual, blur" What's that suppose to mean, i know, i did badly. My whole week is super busy. Plus there's loads of test coming up, feel the heat!! For purelit test, i totally forget about personification,metaphor,similie, i only concentrated on elaborating imagery. Dead, so dead. For chinese lessons, we actually watched a movie, a chinese movie (of cse :X) Storyline would be quite similar to "Click", it's indeed scary to forward your life, especially when you keep growing older and you cannot turn back. The good thing about forwarding your life would be, missing plenty of stuffs, but that would also be a bad thing. A lesson learnt. Off to study physics now!&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH,editing, edition,editation,editiology more and more&lt;br /&gt;i want to constant emphasize on: please vote XIAO JING LING&lt;br /&gt;CALL 1900-112-2003&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;SMS S3 to 71199 (i think)&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch but i have to leave tuition early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate my teacher now, IS GOING TO HOSPITAL AND NOT ATTENDING YOUR LESSON A SIN, ASS, DON'T COMPLAIN TO OTHER STUDENTS ABOUT ME, SO WHAT IF YOU'RE GOOD ENOUGH TO BE IN TEMASAK JC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115616256459560568?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115616256459560568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115616256459560568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115616256459560568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115616256459560568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-thought-i-was-doomed-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115599149305540751</id><published>2006-08-19T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T07:31:10.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I barely attended any lessons yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Mr lee flared up, very scary, there was an immediate test since we did not bring sharpening the senses.&lt;br /&gt;9.30am, i went to gather at the foyer with the other cheerleading people. Jared flared up. (aiyo, why so many people start flaring up)&lt;br /&gt;Went there, same procedure as before, we just have to wait wait and still wait. Huimin, Yanqi, Sheue Lee, Sheikh and i started during chemistry worksheets. Wei zhao was singing happily, and he got filmed. He's really talented, i hope the media could spot him :) We had lunch, quite sucky, i couldn't take curry, that's why i said its sucky. haha. We did food cheerS, 2 of them. Then we started eating, then the producer wanted us to restart again so that she can film our food cheers -_-&lt;br /&gt;St Magaret, JJC, and us started cheering and cheering (which explained my loss of voice now)But also partly due to too much of laughing, i was laughing and crying, Yes, alot of funny stuffs happened. :D  And we had fun!! Sheikh, Shu hui, Yong kuang and i started comparing foot size. Yes yes, i got the smallest foot, BIG body, SMALL foot, totally inbalance. And, my name is MELISSA not MICHELLE, 7 letters and 8 letter, different. Stop calling wrongly :) Two jerks, i believe they work there said westwood's performance was "okok only la" Yah ,and they got serious attitude problem. So we waited and waited from 10.30-7 when the real event is going to begin. First up was JJC, quite welldone, which frightened me alot la. Followed by St Magaret, alot superb, they got 26.6, so i thought "darn, this score is super hard to beat la" I was crossing my fingers when it was westwood's turn hoping they will do even better than before, they've done a wonderful job man!! The judges were full of compliments, i think if i did not hear wrongly. HA, two jerks, okok only la got 28 points, plus the highest among 4 groups, HA.  I respect them, with only 8 manpower and not that they're ultra smart or what, they are young, and westwood is not as great compared to the others school, but they're effort was imcomparable. I love Mr neo's calligraphy words. Just catch "ITS SHOWTIME!" on Tuesday, 22 August and remember to vote 1900-112-2003 :) and you'll judge whether its good or not :)&lt;br /&gt;After everything, went to get supper with my stead(hannah, LOL), jeremy, small siddiq, sheikh. Saw someone, surprised and disappointed, don't want to mention much, just, sigh* Therefore, i reached home late! going to 1am i think, but luckily i've got hannah and jeremy :)&lt;br /&gt;So yah, bathed and went to sleep, almost overslept this morning. Rushed for choir practice. After choir, went to eat and went home. Then went to do the costume designing and tried searching daiso in IMM for the "beautiful" lanyards mr chua expected to have. I can't find, in the end, i found my father. He did not saw me, probably thought that i'm another fat pole wall. Nevermind, then went to jurong point to buy the material for flowers since i spotted them in popular and its rather cheap. And, went home! I wanted to study with Zawani and siti they all, but i did not have my handphone, i could not contact anybody, sad. Kind of inconvenience, i hate IMM because i always get lost, even in daiso -_-.&lt;br /&gt;Sec twos are choosing their subjects now, they might think its easy to get the subjects they want, all wanting to get biology, pure humanities, economics. Its NOT easy!! even after half a year, my physics is  close to hopeless. Monday would be chemistry common test, because i missed lessons today, so i went to meet mr poh this morning midway through choir. Thanks Miss fong for allowing me to :) Although its just a short 20mins, i did learn something, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mr chiam looks "cute" with the small tiny weeny bagpack.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas is promoted to TENOR, woo~ He don't call it a promotion, lol. But it means he's voice is manly now! So adorable.&lt;br /&gt;And, rachel's got pinchable cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got snapped while eating bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/rimg0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/rimg0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiang long chi ba zang, HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/rimg0013_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/rimg0013_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the team, xiao jing ling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rila :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;csndid i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karin and shuhui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheikh, my stead and i, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115599149305540751?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115599149305540751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115599149305540751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115599149305540751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115599149305540751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-barely-attended-any-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115581997922835601</id><published>2006-08-17T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T06:13:20.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studied like mad for Amath common test today, just hoping to pass it. Really very difficult ;( Nothing much happen today, one good thing was that today was the first day i wasn't sleepy during class. Paying attention is the key to keeping awake i think. Or it is that i had a nap yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Watched the documentary on Abigail Chay. Didn't expect him to be a woman. Should i call him a her now or what? Seriously, he look prettier as a man. :)&lt;br /&gt;Lina cried today, reasons?&lt;br /&gt;Alot, she missed home, she don't feel like home here, she's so alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really respect her. Maybe she's just not the way i thought she was, she way nicer perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Watching her cry made me in tears too. I can't imagine myself in her shoes yet able to do so well in her studies. Its an incident which made her breakdown, guys in singapore are crude, can't be help. You can hear "F..." everywhere, anytime, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;However, i don't wish to be like her, i want friends, i don't want people to treat me different just because i'm a foreigner. I respect Lina, alot.&lt;br /&gt;For history lessons, we talked about Stalin's purges, very scary indeed. Ms tan said about women will die if they get raped. Gosh, i didn't know until today. :X However, the chances of getting raped while walking in singapore's street is quite low right? &lt;br /&gt;For CME, talked about HIV and AIDS. I rather die faster if i contract with virus like that, its painful suffering.&lt;br /&gt;After school, my job as a student have not ended yet. Met up with Karin and her friend at the cafeteria. We went to buy materials to make roses for the teachers' day gift. The results were quite pleasant, pretty nice :) I've got myself married (OOO..) Kidding la.&lt;br /&gt;I had an early recess today, ate very quickly and then went to catch thief with weiyang and jianyang, the 2 sheeps. In the end, no thief la. Teeth got. Its very mysterious, but fun to be like a detective. I WILL FIND THE THIEF!(muahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Going to showtime tomorrow, missing chinese and chemistry. Urgh, important subjects eh, but i'll bring book there to study while waiting.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115581997922835601?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115581997922835601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115581997922835601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115581997922835601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115581997922835601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/studied-like-mad-for-amath-common-test.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115571627855077258</id><published>2006-08-16T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:22:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some villages behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010067.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manly woman, my idol number 2(number 1 is pekhui! go pekhui!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010068.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010061.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this mascot in the mall, which charactor does it resemble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANIMAL HOUSE IN RESORT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010181.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010178.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010171.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010165.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to upload how they really look like, imagine it maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010154.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss the island alot, might not be going back anymore, sigh* Mum did not enjoy, she prefer gambling in genting, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are improving and i'm very glad about it. My time seem very cropped up recently. Probably alot of activities. I've still have to do don't know how many roses for every single female teachers in westwood together with Karin and Hannah. &lt;br /&gt;Went to hospital for another appointment which means another 60 dollars la.&lt;br /&gt;I had some reflux problem but i don't react to the medicine which also means its confirmed for me to go for enthoscopy. At first, i'm not so scared. The doctor emphasized about the injection and taking out tissues from where she feels need to(WILL BLEED). This really scare me man, the process won't hurt, AFTER everything, it will hurt. Hope i'm blessed. Yah, and because of this, i cannot join NJRC cheer this year. It would be fun but i cannot join. This friday, promised Jared to go for the cheerleading for "its showtime".&lt;br /&gt;Choir was dismissed early again today, I wanted to watch the drill competition, but i'm really tired, so yah, went home.&lt;br /&gt;zZzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tired, taking a nap soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115571627855077258?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115571627855077258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115571627855077258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115571627855077258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115571627855077258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-villages-behind-somewhere-manly.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115556018758096058</id><published>2006-08-14T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T05:56:28.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There will be shoves of dirt thrown onto you in life; the only way is to use them to step up and out of the well. ( something like that ). A meaningful message indeed. Lessons was fine today(once again). Chinese lesson was more interesting, we make dumplings (legs), and of course, we get to eat them, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Came back from &lt;strong&gt;Batam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i love that place &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; i wish to go back at the end of the year. I met this very nice uncle, he taught me snorkeling FOC! I hope to meet him again provided he'll remember who i am. I miss that pleasant island alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batam&lt;/strong&gt; is a place where my most embarrassing moment took place and where i discovered what i really enjoyed doing. Man, i love the sea sports alot. I'm going to try all out. Be it wake boarding, water ski, REAL snorkeling, canoe, kayak, water polo blah and blah. I fell from so high, i broke their rope and tumbled backwards, they did not want me to pay for the damages instead, they kept asking if i'm fine. lol. I'm heavy, that's why. However, its really not funny to see other people fall down. This idiot worker laugh damn loudly when he saw me fall when the rope broke. LAUGH SO LOUDLY when he is so far from where i am, i could only see him as a little finger size. Dammit, i can hear him laugh and got choked. HAHA. I finally could swim after like how many million years. Okay, not so many, only 2. The mega mall was mega but the crowd was not as large as singapore's little jurong point. The breakfast was exactly what i ate in KL choir tour. lols. An auntie in our group ATE EVERY SINGLE THING, she go out to have her servings like 6 times each meal, plate full. POWER. I'm just very happy, i love the people there, keep smiling when they don't even know who i am. Afterall, that uncle is still the best, i'm going to go diving the next time i go to batam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the ferry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010076.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATAM VIEW RESORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, turkey or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010030.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRO again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaceful huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erk, the beach is super quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010098.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banana boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010124.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wiping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010127.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still wiping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess island(where we could go snorkeling and diving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010130.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally over, they still could twiss. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010131.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010160.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fantastic uncle :) those ropes behind, i broke them at the other end, imagine how high the platform is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/200/P1010158.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, will be the city area. Not really free to upload them now, later perhaps. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115556018758096058?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115556018758096058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115556018758096058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115556018758096058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115556018758096058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/there-will-be-shoves-of-dirt-thrown.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115530493069001331</id><published>2006-08-11T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:02:10.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to rest soon. Mum told me she saw a report on a girl, same symptoms as i had. She is suffering from stomach pains, or is it gastric pains? I don't know what pain i'm having. Vomitting after food, and alot of gastric gas. She take all kinds of medicine the doctor prescribed (like me) and it totally doesn't work. She went for scope and found out that her stomach actually had stones or something. Very scary, she have to go for an operation. Pray to god that it will not happen to me, no!&lt;br /&gt;I will be dragged to Batam tomorrow. Hope to make it a relaxing trip, i just want to rest so much. So much so that i hope i could sleep and never wake up forever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115530493069001331?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115530493069001331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115530493069001331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115530493069001331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115530493069001331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/going-to-rest-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115529182176794460</id><published>2006-08-11T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T03:31:00.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choir was dismissed early today. (aleluyah)&lt;br /&gt;Rested in the sick bay for 3 periods in the morning. More patients came in, result in sharing bed, lol. I left to continue lessons after that. Realised my father is scanning for cancer next tues as well!(pray for positive results)&lt;br /&gt;If only i'm a healthy kid, growing upwards, not sideways. If only...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired, my headache is slaughtering me.&lt;br /&gt;However, i only can go to bed after i fry the egg. My second attempt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the uniform and the hair, i was preparing for a nap already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, done!(i like food that is slightly more chaoda; since i'm frying, they have to eat chaoda egg with me :D)&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY i only need to fry and egg. Mum came home with my brother sick, she hurriedly bring him to the doctor, they just went. Urgh, why isn't she as thoughtful when it comes to me? He's just heaty and about to have a fever. No matter how serious my illness could get, she was never as worked up.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have to do the full cooking(muahaha) they'll eat bad food tonight but I cannot sleep anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;Off to cook now.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115529182176794460?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115529182176794460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115529182176794460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115529182176794460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115529182176794460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/choir-was-dismissed-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115501181450419930</id><published>2006-08-07T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:22:30.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now now, who says you have to look beautiful in folkdancing costume to win best costume award uhh? Now you guys win it, all thanks you arif alright. Without him, i bet you all won't even get the chance. Showing attitude and blah, its not fair to him at all. &lt;br /&gt;The school was celebrating national day today, I was so scared while pulling the flag, did not expect the national flag to be so big. I was trembling while pulling the strings. I did it and crystal will award me (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;Cultural expressions next, it was quite nice, we're dancing bamboo dance for the 3rd time. Wonderful though :D&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, went to the movies with 14 other people. The movie was great, laughed alot, cried alot. I went home alone because they're going to esplanade to see the fireworks. Meet up with my sister and went home. I took the wrong train 2 times, so i took around 1 and a half hours just to reach jurong point. Urgh, i'm really useless.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the nation's birthday. We help to clean up people's mess after the whole parade. It was quite fun, haha. Everyone working together, woolah!&lt;br /&gt;I got the goodie bag, its like the best goodie bag ever with the best free stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;Took photos, dirtied hands, climbing stairs, fake smiles, heavy bags of trash, 1.50 of pepsi, 50cents for ice alone, not-so-dirty toilet, and more stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0142.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0108.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/RIMG0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/RIMG0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last glimpse of the stadiumn before its demolished&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115501181450419930?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115501181450419930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115501181450419930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115501181450419930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115501181450419930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-now-who-says-you-have-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115496475221035963</id><published>2006-08-07T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:32:32.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, at this late hour, still not sleeping yet. Doing the folkdancing stuffs for tomorrow, we must dance properly.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah is here, saying hi. She love sweeping the floor when there is the round round thing. Cultural expressions tomorrow, so bye.&lt;br /&gt;No, hi.&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog, blog something that might get me into a police case. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say, don't get me responsible for this whole matter please when i did not even do or SAY anything at all. Yah, want to write letter, write it and dump it properly, who can you blame for others seeing it by chance. You can announce also, you claimed that you dare to, didn't you? Want to scold vulgarities then say out loud. And lastly, just admit you wrote those. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;And, what if i drop the flag tomorrow? urghh&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling more terrible recently, not well at all.&lt;br /&gt;When the pain comes, its super painful. Help, what's wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115496475221035963?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115496475221035963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115496475221035963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115496475221035963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115496475221035963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm-at-this-late-hour-still-not_07.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115487382934142175</id><published>2006-08-06T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T07:17:09.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised this is not easy, i cannot overcome the pain :(&lt;br /&gt;My brains are bursting soon, FACTS FACTS FACTS, a stack of compiled facts!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115487382934142175?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115487382934142175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115487382934142175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115487382934142175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115487382934142175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-realised-this-is-not-easy-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115478966424501670</id><published>2006-08-05T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T07:55:51.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WEIGHT LOSS SPELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( Stand in front of a mirror and put your hands on your stomach. Chant these words with feeling: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godess hear my plead, &lt;br /&gt;Make me the weight I want to heed, &lt;br /&gt;This size is to big for me, &lt;br /&gt;A size (size you want to be) I want to be, &lt;br /&gt;So Mote It Be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you do this you will feel a funny feeling in your stomach and your cloths will be to big (or if there to small for you the right size) for 6-7 hours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is tested and works really well as me and my friends have tried this and it is really good. Thats why we put it in my B.O.S (Book of Shadows). ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from the spells and magic web. True? I don't dare to try it out seriously. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is even better, i will try this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAM RECALL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Preparing for Bed : Try to get the body as relaxed as you can. If  you have to stretch or even do Yoga all the better. You can even meditate to clear your mind, so that that you are more prepared for the next step. You don't have to eat or refrain from eating before bedtime. You may do as you like. Try experimenting with eating different foods before bedtime and see if you get any different results in the end. Make sure you have a pen and pad handy to write with next to the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Programing : This is the most important part. When you get to that borderline sleep level (which is right before you are completely asleep) you must tell yourself over and over again that you will remember all your dreams and you will wake up after each dream and write down your experience. If you don't like having to repeat all that then try tape recording yourself saying these things. Make sure that you tape at least 10 - 15 min. worth. That should be sufficient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Taking Notes : This is also very important. If you successfully wake up &lt;br /&gt;after each dream, then you must write down everything you can remember in detail. Write down whether the dream was in color or black and white. This is why we will keep a pen and pad next the bed. Make sure not to put it in the bed with you. You don't want to end up stabbing yourself in your sleep. Then you must try to go right back to sleep. Keeping the pen and pad handy. Hopefully you will go right into another dream and repeat the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Reviewing the Night : Now it is time to review the night. You will be amazed at how many dreams you actually had that night! I usually find that I have 10 - 15 dreams a night and sometimes more. Everyone dreams and everyone dreams many times a night, they just don't know they do until they try something like this. Make special note of dreams that are in full-blown color, for you will want to reference them once you start studying Astral Projection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115478966424501670?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115478966424501670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115478966424501670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115478966424501670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115478966424501670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/weight-loss-spell-stand-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115478508258960937</id><published>2006-08-05T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T06:53:43.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught up with my sleep today, finally, next thing would be social studies common test!:)&lt;br /&gt;Did not leave my house to play today, took care of my brother at home, i'm a good sister!(thickskin)&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition make-up, because it was emath, and i just start attending today. I couldn't catch up with the rest. Trigometric is tough alright! Slowly,i could start doing after recalling what he taught in Amath. Just came back from my granny's place, eaten my dinner and also vomitted my dinner. Urgh. My stomach hurt like hell while walking home just now to the extent i stood there and couldn't move, but it was just for a moment, this pain keep coming. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really surprised from what i heard.&lt;br /&gt;One moment, you're planning your life, working hard towards it. You achieved your first step to your ultimate goal, you did incredibly well in your exams, great improvements. You planned your future well. I once thought Adam Khoo really was superb to change everyone. I thought you've changed and became matured to what you're doing. Although i was afraid, what if you did not accomplish your wants? Would you go mad or what. Great, you did not, you handled well, very well. After what you call it, depression? Or is it really depression, YOU give up everything, EVERYTHING. And now you are what? too ashamed to come back to school? What's there to be ashamed of huh? Nobody will laugh at you, instead, they might even care more about you. Shower you with love you've lost at home. Ashamed? Your excuse. I know you're perfectly fine but i don't know what reality you're running away from. I want my good buddy back. The one that care for people alot, the happy-go-lucky you, the one that people always want to befriend. You're missing alot which you should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115478508258960937?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115478508258960937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115478508258960937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115478508258960937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115478508258960937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/caught-up-with-my-sleep-today-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115475086584077559</id><published>2006-08-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T06:40:01.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missed school yesterday, which means i will miss alot.&lt;br /&gt;I must catch up. Somebody, help?&lt;br /&gt;It won't make a difference whether i'm around or not, because i'm replaced, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Next week would be a busy week. Celebrating the nation's birthday. After that, we will all concentrate on studies matter.&lt;br /&gt;My results are not good.(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;I will study, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital myself for appointment yesterday. The pain came while waiting for the shuttle bus. I got a comfortable seat, but this old man came up to the bus and had to stand. So i gave up the seat to him. Waited very long till its my turn. Whenever the doctor talks to me, i will start crying. Argh.. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot do scope yesterday, because my parents were not around. Dr told me to go back on the 15th to discuss if i'm still this way. I don't want to do scope, its painful! Meantime, she gave me loads of medicines to try and cure it. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;After checkup, i went home, borrowed hannah's court shoes with the help of esther :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks! Went to CHIJMES to look for them. I was too drowsy i got off the wrong stop, and wasted money going back to the station and take the train again!! OUTRAM PARK interchange and CITY HALL interchange. So different, but why did i heard it wrongly? Asked for directions many many times, finally, i found CHIJMES chapel. The choir was rehearsing. That place was like awesome la, many girls said they want to get married there. Really beautiful i can say. Performance was fine i guess? Much MUCH better than in KL. Monfort guys sang very well, i like to listen to them sing slow songs, awww~ On my way to toilet, i saw american men with afros and tight shirts and pants.&lt;br /&gt;Something like this(i cannot draw well):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/untitled.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/untitled.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, there were also women with them , wigs , whips, belts, and each men hugging two women. i was like urgh? so weird. They were shouting, "let's take more pictures, i want to take more pictures!" in slang. However, i must agree that CHIJMES would be a very romantic place for dinner, dating and clubbing with friends, it's kind of like a "high-class" place to me, with the pubs and all.&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, we as a whole big group went for supper, everyone's with a pair, lols, except sophie, joey and i. ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;Helped noella got home, so teach me english, math,chinese,chemistry,physics, history ok? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115475086584077559?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115475086584077559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115475086584077559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115475086584077559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115475086584077559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/missed-school-yesterday-which-means-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115461812867683732</id><published>2006-08-03T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:15:35.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so hate stairs. Falling dumbly down the stairs twice in my westwood life. Its just 3 steps and there's a bruise, but i was laughing all the way. Wednesday was okay, just that my illness came back once more, puking again. urgh, quite irritating. It was choir after that, darn, what's wrong with the soprano(again)?&lt;br /&gt;Its really totally out of tune, i wasn't there all the time, not feeling well, i hope after the run, the voice become more in tune??&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was talking to me on the phone yesterday we've discussed on something. Right after we put the phone, the next day, i kena what she had experienced. After a long period of lesson time, we went home. Luckily we did not have cultural expressions rehearsal, the sec 3 express were not involved for the first time :(. Good thing, we did not have to stay back longer. Bad thing, i missed the times we had fun dancing as a class together. review back to august 8 2005's post, we're champions, i love folkdancing, secones and twos, u all gotta treasure it! This year, the 18 of us will be dancing(again?) we're called back to dance, no practice yet. oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a fashion to steal bags now? Why so many people's bag got stolen. Dominic's, Adel's, many more i think. Mr eric koh brought him to class to check and he asked, "if you all took the bag, admit now." like which idiot would admit that they steal the bag when they want and had stolen the bag? Umm, after school, went back with crystal and fah-i. Crystal scared the boys, but she got scared back, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to complete my tuition homework which i did wrongly, yay. And(cannot start a sentence with "and"), i realised im very clumsy, VERY. Going to do my chemistry later, and pass all homeworks to hannah tomorrow morning. Going to the hospital myself, wearing uniform(people will think i run away from school?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, ants, many many ants. Don't even know where it comes from, don't want to kill, but mum's happy killing it. I'm on a mission, a task now. After that,I must quickly call my agent. :)&lt;br /&gt;National Day Celebration, on SC duty i think. So boring, cannot dress in colourful shirt to join the rest. Cannot join my ex classmates out because of the picking trash duty on actual NDP.&lt;br /&gt;CHARMS CONCERT, its tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hope we can sing well and not be like the KL's performance. GO CHOIR :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANY are irritated by me cheering NCC cheer to them, but i like!&lt;br /&gt;YES i actually irritated MANY.&lt;br /&gt;I always got bad computers in the lab, this time, its the mouse with a problem, i have to use my hands and scroll it, i'm like playing game. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why,O why did i ever leave my hobbit-hole!" said poor Mr Baggins bumping up and down on Bumbur's back.&lt;br /&gt;(quite interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115461812867683732?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115461812867683732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115461812867683732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115461812867683732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115461812867683732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-so-hate-stairs.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115442961333883466</id><published>2006-08-01T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T04:45:44.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August 1&lt;br /&gt;very good day for breakup uh?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether she'll be crying like hell, its her fault to cheat on him anyway. I always see it with my own eyes (although i did not wear my specs during that time, but i still can see clearly:)) Yes, she may be poor thing, but now she got the freedom to find other guys uh.&lt;br /&gt;Pulled national flag for the first time in my whole life history. Very scary, so afraid i would lose control of the strings. I was nervous, kept looking up, darn, i think fernanders is pissed again :X&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired and restless today. After rev-up, i puked.(again?) This time never get scolding for going to the toilet. My feet are sore, FRIDAY(140 squats plus running/s), SATURDAY(up and down the national stadium stairs collecting trash), SUNDAY(rest, but not enough), MONDAY(rest, still not enough), TUESDAY(run again!), and tomorrow squats and running again. Sigh, i really don't feel like giong to tuition today, two humanities test tomorrow. Plus, i've not been doing well, i really need to buck up. Somebody, help!&lt;br /&gt;Today was really a ultra long day. Studying and lessons all the way till 4.40 ehs. Who can sustain that? we did it, lol&lt;br /&gt;Never really smiled until chinese class when rachel made her joke, we laughed out loud. And when nuqman changed his hair, whoa, percentage of alikeness with danial - 80%.&lt;br /&gt;went to look for mr neo after school today to clarify my doubts for math, and he also got my feedback that the english course is useless(but the teacher is great:D) and we're really tired out. Hope he'll do something about it :)&lt;br /&gt;Next thing, the school parade platform is changing, its like, wasting pure money and resources la!(wood is what they used)&lt;br /&gt;Ms kok would be pissed if she sees it. Mr neo also. She wanted a platform where students can go up from all corners to voice out confidently, and now, they turning it into don't know what. People, tomorrow when you see it, tell me your comment, i think its waste of money, use those money on our cca funds also more beneficial!&lt;br /&gt;Eshton called me just now if we would want to go to Xingnan choir practice tomorrow, i miss them but i can't go. Because of the choir practice here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Not going to tuition, nothing else to blog.&lt;br /&gt;pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Picture%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/Picture%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Picture%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/Picture%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Picture%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/Picture%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot love her, she's sufian's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syafiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Picture%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Image%28220%29.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/Image%28220%29.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant and dwarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Image%28217%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/Image%28217%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaun and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaun and i again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, wrote essay today.&lt;br /&gt;about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I talked about abusive marriage, why do i always talk on that?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my future spouse to wack my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I rather not marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a dreamer, come in&lt;br /&gt;If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,&lt;br /&gt;A Hope-er, a Pray-er, a Magic Bean buyer,&lt;br /&gt;I you're a pretender, come sit by my fire&lt;br /&gt;For we have some flax-golden tales to spin&lt;br /&gt;Come in!&lt;br /&gt;Come in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115442961333883466?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115442961333883466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115442961333883466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115442961333883466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115442961333883466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-1-very-good-day-for-breakup-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115435596829048811</id><published>2006-07-31T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:39:55.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK TO SCHOOL TODAY&lt;br /&gt;first thing in the morning, saw tianhaw and tianluck, when i called tianhaw,tianluck turn behind, when i call tianluck, tianhaw turn behind, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing was to check SC duty, i am taking 1E and i kena pulling of national flag again(thrice!), if tomorrow change duty again, then i would not need to do it :) recess, im the toilet guarder! The duty was planned out weirdly, didn't know fernanders was the one who did it, i was like, "this person who made the duty list really dont know how to do it ah, how can the same SC take 4C and 4D at the same time after recess, and 3C and 3E too.."Others commented. Arif add on, "The duty list really sucks ah." It could have hurt his pride alot, nobody else suspect. I know his mood and temper changed alot of our comments. That's why i got a scolding. lols&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were fine, surprisingly, i wasn't sleepy at all before recess. But Social studies make me sleepy, he just go on talking. Social studies test on wed,history test on wed, whoa.. Physics was fine, finally some noise, hannah and i went on talking and talking too. Chinese got back my paper, didn't did well at all :( must work harder. After school, all of us pondering whether to go to the Eng enrichment course or not. It's a pretty useless course, haven't really learnt anything through it yet except, "haaa,hAA,HAAA!" Sigh, its graded in SA as well, the final product, darn..We took our time to eat lunch and went to class, yes we were late.&lt;br /&gt;After everything, I went home and went studying in the library, i must succeed my mission!&lt;br /&gt;to him: remember to do 5 questions of every topic &lt;br /&gt;(abit too bossy :X)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is rev-up, running again!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, &lt;br /&gt;hannah and i made a best friend today, zulfaidi!&lt;br /&gt;because we each sponser him 30cents which made up 60cents so that he could buy an icecream that resembled the one he found the floor(the wrapper).&lt;br /&gt;so, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i super interested with the NCC cheer, i find it very nice :D&lt;br /&gt;Count by the, count by the, left foot down ah&lt;br /&gt;1!&lt;br /&gt;can't hear you ah&lt;br /&gt;2!&lt;br /&gt;say loudly ah&lt;br /&gt;3!&lt;br /&gt;that's better ah&lt;br /&gt;All together now,&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;NCC, NCC all the way&lt;br /&gt;we like it here, we like it here&lt;br /&gt;We found ourselves a home&lt;br /&gt;A home, a home sweet home !&lt;br /&gt;*Stamp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this computer now is not good at all, urgh)&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115435596829048811?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115435596829048811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115435596829048811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115435596829048811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115435596829048811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-school-today-first-thing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115426121278770654</id><published>2006-07-30T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T05:06:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;saw CONSTANCE ANG yesterday, a primary school friend whom i have not met for 3 years! and hannah first spotted her amongst the million people crowd, and she excitedly brought me to see her. You can call this fate :)&lt;br /&gt;AND, we also saw don and jeffery. Rachel, hannah, gracia and i walked out of the toilet and saw 2 boys busting the balloon thing on the floor near the dustbin. The sound was super loud,(attracted our attention) to tell them to stop busting. In the end, they are like, "eh, melissa?" Then, woolah. spotted more friends! I tried helping hannah recalling thier names. And rachel was like."eh, jeffery, ni ji de wo mah." quite funny, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115426121278770654?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115426121278770654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115426121278770654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115426121278770654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115426121278770654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115424638117349145</id><published>2006-07-30T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:04:18.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, went for choir practice in the morning. Monfort guys came, the tenor and basses became stronger in terms of volume, the practice was great i hope. Charmz concert is just next friday, 230-10. Actually, ms chen did not allow us to go to ndp. I was like "darn. all the tidbits i just bought would be wasted."  In the end ms fong finally allowed us :), but i can see her mood is very bad, maybe because of us wanting to go to ndp and cannot attend the last 30mins of choir practice. Well, thanks to one good samaritan who told her.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, we could still go in the end. Went to the holding area and waited for a long time at the national stadium. Had lunch, not nice at all other than the icecream :D. Got our teeshirt, yellow,again? as yellowish as the adventure camp ones. Behind the teeshirt, was printed, "have you picked your own trash up yet?"Slowly, group by group went out for shift duties. When it was my turn, i had to pick FOR them, when i asked them to pick their own trash, all those singaporeans could say was, "this rubbish is not mine.." not yours also cannot pick it up? Then, why the hell we're there for if we got the mindset that this rubbish is not mine, all those rubbish out there are not ours. Hmmm, but it was fun though, heehe. The second time we went for duty, i grabbed 2 members from my group to follow me. I hold the plastic bag, and we picked together, but we have to say "thank you. Support and keep the environment free from rubbish!" People laughed. It was dumb, but people are interested to look at us, than the parade. HOWEVER, i was framed!! A few aunties gave me their filled gabage bag thinking that im really a trash collector, i asked them is they would still need to throw anymore rubbish later. They said they still got more plastic bags, so i took and throw it for THEM. Then is was hannah's duty. Those AUNTIES told her they cannot throw their rubbish in the plastic because I TOOK IT. its like, THEY TOLD ME THEY GOT MORE PLASTICS. Singaporeans!! After that, i've got no more duties, i took free stuffs from the motivators, didnt know i was not supposed to =X. I took balloons, then many others want, so i went back to take again. haha.Syafiq and Kintoh asked if i want to watch the parade, (of cse i want!!) so we pretend we're doing duty, sat at the last row, just on time to watch fireworks! wooolah, so beautiful :D. took pictures, promised shikin we would bring her along next time, but after the mass scolding. i don't think we could run about to play anymore. Student leaders from sector 1 all got scolding(did not lead by example-_-), darn, August 8, cannot watch the parade and play anymore!! Quite contented, took a picture with Paul Twohill. Im not really crazy over them but just, contented? lols. We all got scolding partially for chasing after the idols. Tell me, who wont be excited when they see famous people? I was eating, so i didnt chase after. Hannah and syidah created false alarmed, people thought its true. Haha!! After the whole parade, its WE, the "ECO-AMBASSADOR" time for action. Do what? PICK RUBBISH. We do not have gloves, tongs or anything. BARE HANDS. But i was glad, everyone working together. Also had some fun throwing and shooting bottles into the trash bags, stepping and busting the long balloon thing. So nice :)&lt;br /&gt;After everything, we took the bus heading to jurong point. The bus was quiet except the few of us. We got scolded for being noisy, but they still laugh and joke alot despite that, lols, sorry to those people, i know they hate us alot, dont't show me black face when i'm trying to smile to you. SMILE, i mean SMILE, the chinese speaking lot.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne and i walk hannah to her Floravale and then went home, thanks to her for accompany me. hehe&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired that the moment i lie down on the bed, i fall asleep peacefully. :D&lt;br /&gt;The computer in my room can finally be excessed to internet, thanks to dad. Are fathers really important in a family to handle mechanic affairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115424638117349145?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115424638117349145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115424638117349145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115424638117349145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115424638117349145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-went-for-choir-practice-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115409508652418131</id><published>2006-07-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:59:19.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from tuition,&lt;br /&gt;Quite pissed. I shall ask rebecca if i got any questions next time. Not him! Called him 7 times, no reply. Even if he replied, i don't know he heard or not, or purposely turn away..&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;Will do his homework later.&lt;br /&gt;Told mum to wait for me below the block tomorrow after NDP.&lt;br /&gt;Im scared :x.&lt;br /&gt;Because there's too many casualties in my block already.&lt;br /&gt;9TH floor, my level too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115409508652418131?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115409508652418131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115409508652418131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115409508652418131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115409508652418131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-from-tuition-quite-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115408307489153721</id><published>2006-07-28T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:37:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I might be thinking too much, but.. im probably replaced. nevermind :)&lt;br /&gt;just back from choir, going to tuition later&lt;br /&gt;really tiring today, but running can lose weight!!&lt;br /&gt;but my stomach cannot take it, maybe i shouldn't eat before i run&lt;br /&gt;lessons was ok, mr lee said hes not leaving so early, hinted us by saying around september but he also add on, september is close to end of year, so might as well stay. which means (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;emath test, not well done. loads of careless mistakes, hate myself for that!!&lt;br /&gt;chinese test next, a long and taxing paper.&lt;br /&gt;Chem was in the MRL, so time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;Next monday will be common test..&lt;br /&gt;For choir, im glad that the conductor came, to tune our voices.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Monfort sec male choir will come, quite a large group, 40 people. Westwood choir, we must sing even better than we usually do!&lt;br /&gt;Conductor mentioned that the weakest section is soprano. Although its not very good being pin-pointed.(meaning i didn't do my job well) but i agree with him seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Its difficult to make them even SMILE. Nevermind, i believe when they got the mood, they will sing :)&lt;br /&gt;my throat got a lump, painful one. Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree to building a nuclear power plant, once accident happen, the whole of singapore will be gone case!&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115408307489153721?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115408307489153721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115408307489153721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115408307489153721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115408307489153721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-might-be-thinking-too-much-but.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115400570962597699</id><published>2006-07-27T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:08:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My body is aching. Stomach muscles hurts whenever i sneeze or laugh. lol&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fine day(i think)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Poh treated us Pizza(hooray!)&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate:&lt;br /&gt;1)our carnival, class booth earn 500 plus bucks (i expected more =X)&lt;br /&gt;2)we were awarded the "wow" class in the adventure camp&lt;br /&gt;As expected, Amath test was horrendously done (according to mrs melissa tan)&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the horror, there was a SURPRISED physics test, but mr tan did helped us by writing the formulaes on the board.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, after school, i went to do my emath test i've missed because of selling the carnival tickets. Talking about that, it reminds me of mr Amin(the joker), he left to Saudi Arabia. Glad to know him and had a dark secret :D&lt;br /&gt;Emath test was tough, to me, Lina told me i drew wrongly (bite fingers), im deadmeat once more.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go home but it was raining. After that, saw desmond. He got detention or rather, suspension because he slapped someone. Suspension can be aroused by this kind of situation? hmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;just finished my music CD cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many people keep recapping the cheers we learnt, lols&lt;br /&gt;"everybody dance now!"&lt;br /&gt;"uhh umm, goes the little green frog!"&lt;br /&gt;"oh he was sad..oh he was sad..."&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;jared even asked if i want to join the its showtime cheer group for the next round. lols, bcse we've finally got more cheers to "showoff" finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheikh pimples can form a heartshape. :O&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115400570962597699?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115400570962597699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115400570962597699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115400570962597699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115400570962597699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-body-is-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115389648661121761</id><published>2006-07-25T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:13:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally back from sec 3 adventure camp. [2breakfast,2dinner,2lunch,2supper camp]&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun and i would miss it alot. (other than the sleeping hut and food), this camp was totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 was tiring and moodless,&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to go to jalan batera at all, environmnet was fine, but changed alot since p5 camp, haha&lt;br /&gt;3H girls settled down in hut 3 while the guys in hut 10(i think). Have to come up with a group cheer, ours goes:&lt;br /&gt;dont mess with the best &lt;br /&gt;cse the best dont mess&lt;br /&gt;dont fool with the cool &lt;br /&gt;cse the cool dont fool&lt;br /&gt;dont mess(clap x2)&lt;br /&gt;dont fool(clap x2)&lt;br /&gt;cse we are the best&lt;br /&gt;and you are the fools.&lt;br /&gt;and also did a group flag.&lt;br /&gt;Our first activity was the "MRT" game, seemed boring but its tough when we have to coordinate and let the marble keep rolling.&lt;br /&gt;We had a "pass the pail" game, the first step to getting wet, the wettest would probably be hannah, kintoh purposely pour the pail of water on her,no wonder our pail was always empty!i was also wet!! dumb instructor willie, keep splashing water, but is not funny..&lt;br /&gt;zaki was like shouting to mr poh "sir, i want to change my underwear.."&lt;br /&gt;after the water game, we proceed with kayaking!&lt;br /&gt;hannah and i had a hard time kayaking, the destination was very far, we're both girls somemore. But we had a great time because it was quite cooling and fun!! Finally, we got to bath! If im not wrong, it was dinner after that. Followed by cheer practice and the "kidnapping" game, for my group, kokkiong was kidnapped so we have to find him, but ganmin they all had already found him, so we did not need to waste time, we skipped all the station games because our instuctor asked if we wanna slack, went to guess for the key number and we finally could open and release him. Next thing was to carry him to chief denise, who dont get excited when they think they are about to finish the task! And, (yeah man), we got serious scolding by (yeah man), i was affected, dont know why but i really hate him during that time, nevermind abt that&lt;br /&gt;then it was supper, and time to sleep. hell, im really irritated, i cannot sleep, first was the light, then the mosquitoes, and their irritating buzzing noise behind ur ears, and their bites, alot of the girls got mosquito bites. It was a horrendous night!&lt;br /&gt;Next day morning, everyone was restless and tired, we did some messaging exercise to each other and try to be awake, breakfast time and we continued the day with high element activities. From below, it might be fun and not so scary, but the moment you take the first step to start climbing, you know there's no turning back and you just have to go on, no matter how scary,how fearful.. Everyone was scared when its their turn climbing. Some freaked out and couldn't continue midway, started crying, got confused and don't know how to get down..many many..BUT one thing i found admirable about this class was, they give encouragements, directions and try very much to help those that had trouble up there. This applies to every single one! You people are great :) &lt;br /&gt;There was flying fox and (i dont know what), i chose to do the "going down the wall" thing. It was HIGH, the tower was HIGH up. The moment i reached the top, i totally regret. I was so afraid i lose control and all..but finally i did it and came down safely. We had lunch and continue with another high element activity. Perhaps the scariest among all? Only a few managed to tryout though, but they did manage to grab on the bar, wooo!&lt;br /&gt;If im not wrong, we then had team building games, building the raft, i don't want to elaborate more. Just, the whole bonding process probably start from this game? Although 3H had 2 groups, we shared ideas and protected both our target boards well. Hooray for 3H,to me, we still win although we were disqualified..(at least we're not sore losers), i was called "stupid" although i could tie the clovehitch correctly, urgh, cant remember what we did next, practised our major group cheers and prepared for campfire night! Got our camp tshirt, i actually took 42, but it was super big, big enough to be a dress perhaps? So mr tan gave me a size 38. For the night's dinner, we had the loudest cheer ever, maybe becse everyone were all excited about the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;Did another round of rehearsal just before campfire begin. Efforts did not go to waste, we won the loudest,most united and blahh major group cheer! woo~ what i cant believe most was, our class was darn enthusiatic,cheering for sheikh,nuqman,zaki and others from major group Bravo and some others as well!! woo! We did our performance, we already knew we would not win, but we won another even more meaningful prize, the most supportive,enthusiatic blahh, class. Surprised, we all were.(most of us dropped jaws) But yay! It something to be super happy about because we, 3H are not very united at the very beginning, staying with our own cliques only, but now, i understood more people and realised that the girls, are really fantastic, and the guys, they could really get along well. Yes, campfire was then over after prize presentation, which was almost the end of the camp already. I did thought that this would be a ultra boring camp, but now, i would miss it. Had a debrief by Za and Willie after supper, willie told us ghostly stories, scared us alot (plus its 7TH month). A few girls were scared but this also pulled we girls even closer when we whole group stay in the toilet to comfort one another. Seriously, i did believe what Willie said about the campsite was true. But the last night was rather peaceful to me, lesser mosquito bites :D. It might be peaceful to me, but maybe not peaceful to aini,ifah,zawani and hannah. However, its all over, we did area cleaning and said goodbye to ZA and (YEAHMAN), particularly a sign that made us, us :)&lt;br /&gt;thank you ZARAH and WILLIE&lt;br /&gt;thanks for every encouragement you guys gave to us although we didn win sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the riddles&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything..&lt;br /&gt;thank you mr poh for taking pictures, its memories yah?? &lt;br /&gt;i shall put them here when i get them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything, we went to long john silver to grab the angelic food that we've been craving for for 2 days. yum yum~ Sorry ganmin, if i had offend you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115389648661121761?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115389648661121761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115389648661121761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115389648661121761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115389648661121761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-back-from-sec-3-adventure-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115349165925854167</id><published>2006-07-21T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:29:42.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after lessons today was preparations for carnival.&lt;br /&gt;Went for folkdancing practice, and then SC briefing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a retard, carrying pots of flowers up and down,&lt;br /&gt;mr goh was so choosy, "this one very pretty but too big lah, change!" change again.&lt;br /&gt;One gust of wind, and "tatt!" the flower fall. Like mixed veggies.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the folkdancing thing. We danced on the stage twice. I went to rest after that. Chatted with rachel,rebecca,rila around the round table. rachel's got a new handshake :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to decorate the 3H stall a little. Do support us! haha.. the tentage is quite cramp, a bit stuffy? The idols rehearsal started and woo, we went wild screaming and cheering for our idols! rebecca and i stand up for hafiz, he is very sweet, really, to sing for love. aww~&lt;br /&gt;everything ended late, i was a bright shining lamppost, guiding a couple back home from behind.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE god because hes willing to give me tickets to have fun. i think. :D&lt;br /&gt;(JIANYANG, kanasai, royston is a FRIEND)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115349165925854167?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115349165925854167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115349165925854167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115349165925854167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115349165925854167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/after-lessons-today-was-preparations.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115340616549679558</id><published>2006-07-20T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:37:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a looong day.&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone were hoping that the clock tick faster.&lt;br /&gt;Recess, then lunch break, then CME presentation. Finally, after school!&lt;br /&gt;I did not regret going to the shopping with the people!&lt;br /&gt;hannah,zawani,rebecca,rachel,aini,ifah,nuqman,zaki,asyraff and kokkiong&lt;br /&gt;i had fun, and loads of laughter. rachel is really a joker. lols&lt;br /&gt;bought alot of stuffs for the carnival, made alot of noise on the mrt train, came home later than expected.&lt;br /&gt;umm, yesterday had promoting excercise for the whole morning, went xingnan, sales was great! mascot, still very poor thing. this time, jared's bear tail came off, pulled by a violent kid, haha!&lt;br /&gt;missed lessons, again. Came back just on time for punishments to sing national anthem for the sec3s. I wanted to take my emath test after that but i couldn't find ms tan, so went for bamboo dance in the IT resource room. Feeling bored, we went to the ava room to watch rehearsal of the superband,idol,supergroove contest without shoes. Hannah and zawani were stead, so arif and i become stead. so that shuhui and sufian can, you know.. but we all broke up after that. Went home late again..&lt;br /&gt;Carnival is coming this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Venue:WESTWOOD SEC&lt;br /&gt;Time:9-3PM&lt;br /&gt;Stall to go to: Ouch, my balls! &lt;br /&gt;Programmes to tune to: westwood idol,superband,supergroove&lt;br /&gt;Amount of money in hand: at least 10 dollars (things are super expensive)&lt;br /&gt;HOPE: monday is no holiday for the rest of the school&lt;br /&gt;because sec3s gotta go to adventure camp from monday-wednesday. the start of 7TH month as well.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's rehearsal, will probably be a busy day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115340616549679558?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115340616549679558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115340616549679558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115340616549679558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115340616549679558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-looong-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115314117015808658</id><published>2006-07-17T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T05:59:30.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SATURDAY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;went hospital, for visiting. lol&lt;br /&gt;but i was still feeling awful, vomit, eeew&lt;br /&gt;aunties and uncles know abt what happened to me. and, i was dragged to another doctor. its the 6th time. this time its a chinese doctor. shes quite powerful in a way. she just press for my pulse she could kind of read me? quite cool huh? and yes, more medicines! i hate medicines. really sick of medicines. white ones, black ones. urgh..&lt;br /&gt;my dad went mad, drove us around geylang t oeat. food after food. and those food after food, i cannot really eat them..&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;went for NDP, yes, the rubbish collecting thing. umm, i was grouped to be with sec 2B, and they are far better than the 4 boys, in another class. really pissed with them. totally childish. shaun,lousie,rebecca,rachel and i were pissed, they really dont have the positive attitude of what they are suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;finally can go home, we alighted at jurong point. zawani,syidah,hannah,arif and i went to eat. i gotta rush back for a wedding dinner..it may seem nice but not nice when u cannot enjoy the food well. Got home and i only got 10 mins to prepare, thanks to my kiasu mum. i was damn angry. Whats the point reaching there so early when everyone else is not even there yet and we have to wait like 1 hour?  finally, food! i eat and vomit eat and vomit. maybe the stomach cannot take it.. My cousins still treat me like a child. humph. 15 is a age when u're stuck right in the middle, you cannot play along with the kids, neither could u talk about political stuff with your older cousins :(, i just sit there like some lady. urgh. but my uncle went drunk or something. he started singing karaoke. WAHH. its damn funny, but also ear-piercing. Affect people's appetite perhaps? But it was sure a fun thing, laughing. NEXT, my auntie, this is worst. i really cannot tolerate.but it was more funny. all out of tune. haha, but at least she got the courage? my older cousin and his girlfriend sang duet well. woo~ okay, all my cousin could say to me was "melissa..(hoping it was something good, prefebly a praise :D) you never lose weight ah? " wth, i know im fat..&lt;br /&gt;TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;school was fine. After school, if theres never this english enrichment course, and we can all go home like everybody else did at 1.45 bcse of the Olevel oral, perhaps, there would be less trouble and problems?&lt;br /&gt;IM SO LUCKY. SO SURPRISED. URGH. but at least its over when adventure camps comes? and i would not need to bring so much toilet roll. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships,&lt;br /&gt;is about giving in&lt;br /&gt;is about passion&lt;br /&gt;is telling each other lots secrets&lt;br /&gt;is about crying&lt;br /&gt;is about talking and laughing&lt;br /&gt;is about believing&lt;br /&gt;is telling the other party they are perfect&lt;br /&gt;is not meeting everyday&lt;br /&gt;is not avoiding&lt;br /&gt;is about compatiblility&lt;br /&gt;what is it about?&lt;br /&gt;this goes to my this friend out there, crying too much is not so good either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheikh like magdelina..&lt;br /&gt;bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115314117015808658?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115314117015808658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115314117015808658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115314117015808658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115314117015808658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-night-went-hospital-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115295213404442913</id><published>2006-07-15T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:33:01.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today woke up at 7, wanted to go to school and watch the Phattzions finals. I told them i would be there. Hannah,Syidah and Zawani was there. However, bad thing, my stomach hurts like hell..since yesterday night actually. I couldn't sleep well too...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder did the medicine help at all..?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when the girls came back, i found out from them that Phattzions lost to Traxxions or something, the sec4 NT team..&lt;br /&gt;yes, they are really disappointed..from what i know, sheikh,kokkiong,asraff and all..&lt;br /&gt;BUT they are still the best forever!&lt;br /&gt;There were unfairness and all in the game, but nothing could be done.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Phattzions will go far and well. They're really great, if not why were there so many people on field, outside field, or even at the HDB block cheering for them? :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, sec2s and sec3s NYAA award participants will be going to be Eco-ambassador. LOL, what a name. In simple meaning, we're gonna pick rubbish and save the surrounding! -_- its not a fun thing to do, its a dirty thing to do. Imagine people watching NDP and these irritating pest(us) goes around promoting a clean and green environment. HAHA, we WILL BE irritating. And my cousin is having a small wedding dinner tomorrow. I 've got to rush there myself after the picking rubbish thing. urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115295213404442913?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115295213404442913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115295213404442913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115295213404442913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115295213404442913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-woke-up-at-7-wanted-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115286813121444896</id><published>2006-07-14T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:51:43.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did not go to school today&lt;br /&gt;went to meet hannah to pass her the carnival tickets for mr poh in the morning and prepare to go to the hospital. i did not got lost, *followed the crowd*&lt;br /&gt;before i could step in clinic A, seeing so many toys and playground from outside, i was like. man, they sent me to the children section. which means im still a kiddy kid.. everybody inside were mum or dad with babies or young children, except me. So much family love in there, excluding me of cse. haha. they asked for my birthcertificate and they typed in the wrong info, they typed my birthdate as my mum's. so the doctor named dr marion aw was wondering why there's any kid that was born in year 1962. hmm, quite funny though, haha&lt;br /&gt;she asked me alot of ques, took height and weight (dont know what for) she drew me my family tree, and drew my stomach.. its the stomach acid going up to my oesophagus(if this is how i spell it) she gave me medicine and wanted me to go back three weeks later. the medicines are to see if my condition will improve, haha, if not i would really have to go for somethings to check inside. and that would be bad&lt;br /&gt;the trainee doctors were umm, scary. they stand there and kept nodding their head while im saying whats happening to me.i dont dare to speak up also. the bills are like wow! 63 dollars for consultation. 10 dollars for medicine. hell.. which means 3 weeks later another 70 dollars will be spent. after that, dad sent me home. Slept because my stomach hurts and im really tired after visiting the doctor. Went to eat. puked again, ahh.. nvm. 3 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to play pool..when will i ever learn well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115286813121444896?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115286813121444896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115286813121444896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115286813121444896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115286813121444896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/did-not-go-to-school-today-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115278871861701408</id><published>2006-07-13T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:12:15.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT? THE APPOINTMENT IS SO FAST, AND EARLY&lt;br /&gt;not sure if i would still go to school, its at 10am&lt;br /&gt;mum cannot bring me there&lt;br /&gt;i hope dad can..i would go myself first and wait for him to come, if he would**&lt;br /&gt;how to go to NUH by the way?&lt;br /&gt;ummm,&lt;br /&gt;thanks rebecca, rachel, zawani and hannah for accompanying me to the clinic just now, haha&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts more than ever, it might not be serious but it really hurts :(&lt;br /&gt;i might be lost tomorrow, ahh~&lt;br /&gt;got back physics test today.&lt;br /&gt;expected the results, quite discouraging though, i doubt i got the ability to continue pure physics next year, i gotta try really hard.. yah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115278871861701408?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115271101418291858</id><published>2006-07-12T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T06:30:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the clinic closed just when i reached there. wasted trip&lt;br /&gt;have to go again tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;im still getting scoldings after scoldings from mum&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115271101418291858?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115271101418291858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i went to the clinic after a long day of school. and i mean it, long, not shorter even eng course was cancelled. pe was fine, enjoyed floor ball, being the goalkeeper, shouting goal here and there!&lt;br /&gt;physics test was horrendous.. mr leow is so.. sigh* he didnt even scold me for sleeping in his class, which im looking forward for him to..&lt;br /&gt;today eng class was boring at the beginning, but once ms chen started talking abt how many more days to EOY, it made us worried alot. then we talked about olevel, all refreshed. lol, i would choose a school with clean toilets, i must.. lol&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to the clinic thing, nelson went with ganmin and i.. the back gate was flooded and my shoes were super wet and soggy, yeeek. doctor refered me to the hospital, okay. i was given a choice. private "stomach" clinics or hospital, hospital would be cheaper! it was expensive and it made me very guilty, im nothing to him, it really cost him alot! went home and called rebecca and rachel, they came over and we went tuition together. huimin said i changed after i got sickly, she said i smiled lesser. hmm.. i will smile more! found this keychain hang on my door. scared me =Xi thought it was from who, so mysterious. now i know, from nelson han!! thanks alot :) tuition was fun! its like fighting with words in the class, haha&lt;br /&gt;and, my mum seem so "i dont care lah, im not free.." she tell my friend to go to the hospital with me.. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115262713690707795?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115262713690707795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>im vomitting and vomitting, vomitting doesn't seem like a painful matter to me anymore, and i wont cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;and toilet, seemed like my third home, toilet cubicle to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;i will go and see a doctor, someday.. mum and dad wont help me either, so..too bad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;its the bitter thing i hate, although i do like bitter gourd alot! but, that bitter liquid i puked, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts too.. hell-&lt;br /&gt;actually i was so happy today to be dismissed, the earliest day of the week. 2.55!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, here comes this debate course that we have to attend. and TOMORROW, there's this creative writing course.straight after sch which is 4.05-5.45pm&lt;br /&gt;then rush home to prepare for tuition after that&lt;br /&gt;everyday will be like so tiring&lt;br /&gt;the social studies teacher's like so "gay"&lt;br /&gt;went to eat with the maomaos plus simin after the course, i just love hanging out with maomaos, lots of laughter, with rebecca and rachel too..:)&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH&lt;br /&gt;and this chikohpek, give that dumb smile but its really funny. he first smiled at zawani which kinda freak her out, lol..&lt;br /&gt;den they planned to smile the same way back to him, before i could even try. he smiled at me that way too..i was like omg&lt;br /&gt;laughing like mad..&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;i really need help with physics.. sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115252904425948761?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115252904425948761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115252904425948761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115252904425948761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115252904425948761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-vomitting-and-vomitting-vomitting.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115243028549272725</id><published>2006-07-09T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:33:46.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the love between mum and dad was still there afterall&lt;br /&gt;but the love between dad and i have long gone&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;the love between mum and i, perhaps will be gone soon as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiyang kept complaining he've got depression&lt;br /&gt;jianyang also said he need councelling..&lt;br /&gt;what is really depression&lt;br /&gt;and when is the time you really need councelling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i studied and im happy i did&lt;br /&gt;but i still dont understand physics&lt;br /&gt;i need to look for mr tan on monday or i wlil not be able to answer a single question for tuesday's test..&lt;br /&gt;CME PROJECT (rushing)&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR PROJECT (rushing)&lt;br /&gt;arhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiyang like karin&lt;br /&gt;bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115243028549272725?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115234035367059129</id><published>2006-07-07T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:38:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will know my priorities&lt;br /&gt;i must know..&lt;br /&gt;i wont change, &lt;br /&gt;i must not..&lt;br /&gt;i am always myself&lt;br /&gt;i must always be myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thnks alot, zawani:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115234035367059129?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115225127173170208</id><published>2006-07-06T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:47:51.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAVE THE TREES;&lt;br /&gt;REUSE PAPERS;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT FOR THE BARK RIGHTS;&lt;br /&gt;tree life saving, we've all got a part to play&lt;br /&gt;okay, lame&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a full study day. but we were dismissed early bcse there was no CME (hurray)&lt;br /&gt;however, there was sc meeting(sigh), so i tried and slept in class from 3+ to 4, meeting, quite serious stuffs? down for carnival duty..and we're dancing folk dance one again! lol..&lt;br /&gt;these few days = really super tiring..&lt;br /&gt;gotta finish up with choir kl tour project later.. wow&lt;div 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115201963382435180</id><published>2006-07-04T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:27:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its really confusing..i really believe you and this other person came along and change the way i think, so easily..&lt;br /&gt;you tell me to believe what i choose to believe, and yes! i trust you and only you..and i hope you would trust that i trust you, bcse i really regard you as a good friend!&lt;br /&gt;today was a long day..jeremy came and help me get sound in my com again! yay..&lt;br /&gt;tuition was fine,3 debaters in action!&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like many things is happening now..i hate to be middle person&lt;br /&gt;i think im a bad human being..&lt;br /&gt;and you always HAVE to change to what others EXPECT you to be&lt;br /&gt;what if different people wants to be differently..&lt;br /&gt;whats more to life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115201963382435180?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115201963382435180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115201963382435180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115201963382435180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115201963382435180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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of surprise? wanted to buy sundae for lunch..and she wanted me to accompany her to buy stationaries..so i did accompany her..since my sis was at home to take care of ivan..&lt;br /&gt;we've got alot of things to talk about after not contacting for 1 yr or so..and yes, shes tall, pretty, and slim..she would always ask if anyone bullied me, hmmm..haha&lt;br /&gt;we could talk about anything,which is great though..then i went home and continue with chemistry..its hard to understand..especially when its me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115193368343684299?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115193368343684299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115193368343684299' 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morning by mum, to watch superman with her at plaza singapore..as usual..i guide her to take the wrong side, luckily my sis knows the way..&lt;br /&gt;the first part of the show..i slept bcse i was really tired..but den i woke and watched..its quite nice but not very very nice..after the movie, i got to rush back to my primary school to meet the friends and attend xingnan's 75th anniversary some alumni opening..the people there..ganmin,kassandra(she've grown so much prettier!),theresa(always very pretty),pengyang,eshton,hiongyong,anson,boonhean(still never talk much),limzhu,gary..definitely great to see all of you again..but not great to see all of you grown taller den me..so much taller..but im still sorry to make u all wait so long..i lost my way at dhoby ghaut..i admit i duno the way..i still enjoy talking to eshton, but i noe my english is bad!and the best was when we can finally eat..maybe only i like it..? lol, the lion dance was really deafening&lt;br /&gt;walked passed the playground i used to play, i realised im really scared of going up and down the seesaw, eshton gave me a shock of my life..&lt;br /&gt;but i do miss them..alot did not come, cse of SYF too..&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;called up in the morning again, went to IMM with parents to home necessities..went back in the late afternoon..then went to make spectacles with nelson..he will look like a nerd soon. lols.. ate dinner..and yah..go home..&lt;br /&gt;tomro gotta start on projects already..&lt;br /&gt;and my mum will start singing karaoke everyday now..woww..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115185636327289978?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115185636327289978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a fine day, just that..i cannot eat much food too..despite that..i've grown fatter!! and of cse, shorter as before.. nvm..i'll just accept the fact that i'm fat&lt;br /&gt;but dinner at home is so great..my first ever meal in 6 days i ate! and didnt vomit!! although i felt nauseous..but i did keep the food in the stomach :D&lt;br /&gt;and that means, i dont need to see a doctor anymore!&lt;br /&gt;albert!!&lt;br /&gt;he came back yesterday from australia..it was just a stopover in singapore..he came to see us, we welcomed him in school, haha..i was happy..hes grown taller, thinner, and he still remember us! so sweet of him..&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to do some kind of waterfall using coke and mentos? kinwah, joined and pay for all, haha&lt;br /&gt;at night, nelson called to play badminton with joey and albert..at nanyang cc..i went there super late, when the whole game was finished..went to macdonald and also chatted alot..i know how life is in australia, i hope albert prefer here more, with us =D sadly, he left this morning..perhaps half a month ? or maybe 1 yr? 2 yrs? den we would be able to see him again..&lt;br /&gt;i was not really happy..many reasons?ahaha&lt;br /&gt;partly because i cannot be a good sectional leader..&lt;br /&gt;im really terrible..&lt;br /&gt;and ms ang and mdm chiong leaving..or rather, left..our 1h form teachers..both left, soon. 2h form teacher will leave before we do..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;volleyball game today..11 girls VS 11 girls..a rather nice game! but the best was still from 2h, boys VS girls..it was the best game i ever played in my life..so many memories to remember, i miss 2h again, ALOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115167656665960292?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115149223897981417</id><published>2006-06-28T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T03:57:18.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to see a doctor just now&lt;br /&gt;which i shouldn't went&lt;br /&gt;i should had gone choir and not waste time waiting for a useless doctor to attend to me&lt;br /&gt;IM FINE, thats what he said..so i said ok..&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, he dont even listen to my illness..and gastric is no big deal to him..(everybody got gastric) he said that in chinese..he talk and i dont even understand..&lt;br /&gt;he said i dont need to rest..he didn want to give me a mc &lt;br /&gt;he said im stress and it links to the stomach..&lt;br /&gt;im not even stress!!&lt;br /&gt;he only ask about my menstruation -_- he thinks im pregnant huh!! &lt;br /&gt;so dumb..and he said to my mum he wont give the same kind of medicine as before..guess what..its the same!!&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk..just eat them i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115149223897981417?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115149223897981417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115149223897981417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115149223897981417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115149223897981417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-to-see-doctor-just-now-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115133168313745517</id><published>2006-06-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:34:09.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and "great", im puking digestive juices? LOL&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats its called..but the taste is gross&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is like empty&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it..ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING AT THAT BURNT SKIRT&lt;br /&gt;makes me more sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so dumb..&lt;br /&gt;i burnt a hole in my favourite skirt&lt;br /&gt;which i only wear it once&lt;br /&gt;and never can i wear it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i lost my maomao, not lost&lt;br /&gt;my mum threw it away&lt;br /&gt;its important to me&lt;br /&gt;its like somesort of a lucky thing to me&lt;br /&gt;i know i should not think this way&lt;br /&gt;but i feel very umcomplete without it&lt;br /&gt;and bad things start happening, like the above one&lt;br /&gt;what more would happen!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115133168313745517?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115116208647174685</id><published>2006-06-24T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:14:48.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school reopening in 2 days time&lt;br /&gt;and im rushing homework, finally got the mood to do&lt;br /&gt;and its hard to get to brain running to do amath or any subjects&lt;br /&gt;chemistry!! i cannot start doing it..&lt;br /&gt;the new term will be much more occupied with many events&lt;br /&gt;and it will also get very tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got nothing else to blog about today,&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like drinking milk tea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115107024597197838</id><published>2006-06-23T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T06:44:06.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess i have to do this afterall?&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 10 favourites&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colours:&lt;br /&gt;blue, orange, white, anything?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: any food i can eat(i think)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Songs: someone's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movies: many!&lt;br /&gt;FaVourite Sports: badminton?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season: winter(snow,aww)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day of the Week: friday&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice Cream Flavour: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Countries: war-free countries &lt;br /&gt;Favourite Things: my computer, my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 9 currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: tired!&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: clothes...&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: BENQ FP567s&lt;br /&gt;Nail colour: normal&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 9.23pm&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyance: my sister&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: what should i do later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 8 firsts&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend : not sure&lt;br /&gt;First Crush : cant remember&lt;br /&gt;First Movie : i hope i remember&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing : never had&lt;br /&gt;First Lie : cant remember&lt;br /&gt;First Music: abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyandz&lt;br /&gt;First Car: forget the name of it, its red in colour(even smaller than my bicycle)&lt;br /&gt;First Cry: 31may1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: i will never touch it&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: coke&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: um,my dad's car?&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: ...&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie seen: in her shoes&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: jingjing&lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: thesims (but it doesnt work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 6 Have you evers&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever date one of your bestfriend: date a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the laws: i threw litter on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: no..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: yes(i was so dumb)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kiss some one that u dont know: no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things that you are wearing: clothes,spectacles,rubberband,headband,watch&lt;br /&gt;4 things you done today: did history online hw,laughoutloud at the tv show,housework,cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;3 things you heard right now: tv commercial,keyboard sound,mother screaming&lt;br /&gt;2 things you cannot live without: friends,family,food(make it 3?)&lt;br /&gt;Things you do when u are bored: sleep,talk to myself,draw,eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged to do :&lt;br /&gt;ZAWANI :D&lt;br /&gt;RASYIDAH :D&lt;br /&gt;HANNAH :D&lt;br /&gt;NOELLA :D&lt;br /&gt;JACKLYN :D&lt;br /&gt;DARREN :D&lt;br /&gt;GINA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allow me to finish with just two more song!!&lt;br /&gt;Song: Breaking Free Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;We’re soarin’, flyin’&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a star in heaven &lt;br /&gt;That we can’t reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;If we’re trying &lt;br /&gt;So we’re breaking free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;You know the world can see us &lt;br /&gt;In a way that’s different than who we are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: &lt;br /&gt;Creating space between us&lt;br /&gt;‘Til we’re separate hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;But your faith it gives me strength&lt;br /&gt;Strength to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus #1&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;We’re breakin’ free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: &lt;br /&gt;We’re soarin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;Flyin’ &lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;There’s not a star in heaven &lt;br /&gt;That we can’t reach &lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;If we’re trying &lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;Oh, we’re breakin’ free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: &lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it building&lt;br /&gt;Like a wave the ocean just can’t control&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: &lt;br /&gt;Connected by a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, in our very souls&lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;Rising ‘til it lifts us up&lt;br /&gt;So every one can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus #2&lt;br /&gt;Troy: We’re breakin’ free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: We’re soarin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Flyin’ &lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;There’s not a star in heaven&lt;br /&gt;That we can’t reach &lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;If we’re trying &lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: &lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh runnin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;Climbin’&lt;br /&gt;To get to that place &lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;To be all that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time&lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;So we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;We’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: &lt;br /&gt;Ohhh , yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;More than hope&lt;br /&gt;More than faith&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: &lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;This is fate &lt;br /&gt;And together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;We see it comin’&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;More than you &lt;br /&gt;More than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: &lt;br /&gt;Not a want, but a need&lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;Both of us breakin’ free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus #3&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: Soarin’ &lt;br /&gt;Troy: Flyin’ &lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;There’s not a star in heaven &lt;br /&gt;That we can’t reach &lt;br /&gt;If we’re trying &lt;br /&gt;Troy: Yeah we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: &lt;br /&gt;Breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Were runnin’ &lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, climbin’&lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;To get to the place &lt;br /&gt;To be all that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Now’s the time&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: So we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Troy: Ohhh, we’re breaking free&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella: Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;br /&gt;You know the world can see us&lt;br /&gt;In a way that’s different than who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Start of Something New Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in my own world&lt;br /&gt;Didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;That anything can happen&lt;br /&gt;When you take a chance&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in&lt;br /&gt;What I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;I never opened my heart&lt;br /&gt;To all the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;I know that something has changed&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;And right here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the start&lt;br /&gt;Of something new&lt;br /&gt;It feels so right&lt;br /&gt;To be here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The start of something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who'd of ever thought that&lt;br /&gt;We'd both be here tonight&lt;br /&gt;And the world looks so much brighter&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I know that something has changed&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;I know it for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the start&lt;br /&gt;Of something new&lt;br /&gt;It feels so right&lt;br /&gt;To be here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The start of something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that it could happen&lt;br /&gt;Till it happened to me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it before &lt;br /&gt;But now it's easy to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a start &lt;br /&gt;Of something new&lt;br /&gt;It feels so right&lt;br /&gt;To be here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's the start &lt;br /&gt;Of something new&lt;br /&gt;It feels so right &lt;br /&gt;To be here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The start of something new&lt;br /&gt;Start of something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok,the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115107024597197838?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115107024597197838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115107024597197838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115107024597197838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115107024597197838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-guess-i-have-to-do-this-afterall.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115096042631263477</id><published>2006-06-21T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T02:52:05.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL&lt;br /&gt;a MUST CATCH disney original movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/highschoolmusical_b000ccxctw.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/highschoolmusical_b000ccxctw.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SING-A-LONG~&lt;br /&gt;DANCE-A-LONG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: What I've Been Looking For Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together: &lt;br /&gt;You were always there beside me&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was alone&lt;br /&gt;With no one to hold&lt;br /&gt;But you were always right beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharpay:&lt;br /&gt;This feelings like no other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together:&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had someone that knows me like you do &lt;br /&gt;the way you do &lt;br /&gt;I've never had somone as good for me as you &lt;br /&gt;no one like you so lonely before i finally found &lt;br /&gt;what i've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharpay:&lt;br /&gt;So good to be seen&lt;br /&gt;So good to be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together:&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to say a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;For so long I was lost&lt;br /&gt;So good to be found &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together:&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving having you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;This feeling's like no other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together:&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had someone that knows me like you do &lt;br /&gt;The way you do&lt;br /&gt;I've never had someone as good for me as you&lt;br /&gt;No one like you&lt;br /&gt;So lonely before, I finally found &lt;br /&gt;what I've ben looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together:&lt;br /&gt;Doo Doo DooDoo&lt;br /&gt;Doo Doo DooDoo&lt;br /&gt;Do Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woa-ah-ah-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: We're All in This Together Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, together, together everyone&lt;br /&gt;Together, together, come on lets have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Together, were there for each other every time&lt;br /&gt;Together together come on lets do this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here and now its time for celebration&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured it out (yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;That all our dreams have no limitations&lt;br /&gt;That's what its all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is special in their own way&lt;br /&gt;We make each other strong (each other strong)&lt;br /&gt;Were not the same &lt;br /&gt;Were different in a good way&lt;br /&gt;Together's where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together &lt;br /&gt;Once we know&lt;br /&gt;That we are &lt;br /&gt;We're all stars &lt;br /&gt;And we see that&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;And it shows&lt;br /&gt;When we stand &lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Make our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, together, together everyone&lt;br /&gt;Together, together, come on lets have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Together, were there for each other every time&lt;br /&gt;Together together come on lets do this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all here &lt;br /&gt;and speaking out with one voice&lt;br /&gt;we're going to rock the house (rock the house)&lt;br /&gt;the party's on now everybody make some noise&lt;br /&gt;come on scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've arrived becuase we stuck together&lt;br /&gt;Champions one and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together &lt;br /&gt;Once we know&lt;br /&gt;That we are &lt;br /&gt;We're all stars &lt;br /&gt;And we see that&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;And it shows&lt;br /&gt;When we stand &lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Make our dreams come &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;When we reach&lt;br /&gt;We can fly&lt;br /&gt;Know inside&lt;br /&gt;We can make it&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this toghether &lt;br /&gt;Once we see &lt;br /&gt;Theres a chance &lt;br /&gt;That we have &lt;br /&gt;And we take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild cats sing along &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you really got it goin' on&lt;br /&gt;Wild cats in the house&lt;br /&gt;Everybody say it now&lt;br /&gt;Wild cats everywhere &lt;br /&gt;Wave your hands up in the air&lt;br /&gt;That's the way we do it&lt;br /&gt;Lets get to it&lt;br /&gt;Time to show the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together &lt;br /&gt;Once we know&lt;br /&gt;That we are &lt;br /&gt;We're all stars &lt;br /&gt;And we see that&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;And it shows&lt;br /&gt;When we stand &lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Make our dreams come &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;When we reach&lt;br /&gt;We can fly&lt;br /&gt;Know inside&lt;br /&gt;We can make it&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together &lt;br /&gt;Once we see &lt;br /&gt;Theres a chance &lt;br /&gt;That we have &lt;br /&gt;And we take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild cats everywhere &lt;br /&gt;Wave your hands up in the air&lt;br /&gt;That's the way we do it &lt;br /&gt;Let's get to it &lt;br /&gt;Come on everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115096042631263477?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115096042631263477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115096042631263477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115096042631263477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115096042631263477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/06/high-school-musical-must-catch-disney.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115090203184395559</id><published>2006-06-21T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:00:31.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, the blog post now is about royston..&lt;br /&gt;one thing he said that i find it very true is the "power of blog"&lt;br /&gt;very powerful, can stir up great matters but also very personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROYSTON&lt;br /&gt;HE crumple my history assignments and refuse to return me&lt;br /&gt;HE steal my paper during kl trip&lt;br /&gt;HE wants to iron and make it straight but i hope he dont burn it instead&lt;br /&gt;HE who appeared in the newspaper before.(bad thing)&lt;br /&gt;HE who almost got in the news for being a survivor of hand-foot-mouth disease&lt;br /&gt;HE gave me the idea to write this..&lt;br /&gt;HE is a *DIT**DIT**DIT*-any vulgar you can think of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i blog about him is crap!i'll see how fast this post spread about me backstabbing royston!!&lt;br /&gt;IM BACKSTABBING HIM&lt;br /&gt;STABBING HIM REAL HARD ON HIS BACK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115090203184395559?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115090203184395559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115090203184395559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115090203184395559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115090203184395559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-blog-post-now-is-about-royston.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115087227491071640</id><published>2006-06-20T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:42:10.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The instant was stunning&lt;br /&gt;It touched the hub&lt;br /&gt;And she feels the fancy&lt;br /&gt;With repentance she left&lt;br /&gt;The night was startling&lt;br /&gt;Delightful stuffs done&lt;br /&gt;Will never be put behind&lt;br /&gt;There was still rebuff&lt;br /&gt;But hoping there was further&lt;br /&gt;As in her there was fond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH, terrible stuffs happened..&lt;br /&gt;more troubles created..&lt;br /&gt;matter not rest..&lt;br /&gt;people will detest..&lt;br /&gt;kiddy mind to grow up..&lt;br /&gt;or else, troubles will sum up!!&lt;br /&gt;went to school for lesson the first 3 days of the week&lt;br /&gt;at least my brain is still alive to study&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was "its showtime!"&lt;br /&gt;huimin and i ran back from tuition to catch the show..&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;got back just on time&lt;br /&gt;saw our dumb faces, argh&lt;br /&gt;many people saw us i guess&lt;br /&gt;and WESTWOOD GOT IN, whoa?&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was be cch and jjc..bcse cch is a autonomous school afterall, rich people inside! they would surely sms alot &lt;br /&gt;in the end, westwood and jjc, oh yay!&lt;br /&gt;people, work hard for the next round yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pain..pain.. pain like hell..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115087227491071640?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115087227491071640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115087227491071640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115087227491071640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115087227491071640'/><link 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will come out from his mouth to me &lt;br /&gt;which he has not said for 2 yrs to me..&lt;br /&gt;arhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;='''(((((&lt;br /&gt;god also cannot help me now..&lt;br /&gt;im afriad i will get wacked!&lt;br /&gt;joey came to my house today&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and mum keep ordering me to do this and that, scold n scream at me!&lt;br /&gt;in front of my friend...&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;and im so dumb&lt;br /&gt;i cannot do anything right..&lt;br /&gt;no wonder she keep scolding me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115037271323625332?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115037271323625332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115037271323625332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115037271323625332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115037271323625332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/06/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115027379466310577</id><published>2006-06-14T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:29:54.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no more of KL&lt;br /&gt;now back in singapore, im still puking food, and no voice..&lt;br /&gt;went to the polyclinic on 12june.. guess what&lt;br /&gt;doctor said its gastric again, how can it be?? i ate and ate..i ATE..&lt;br /&gt;now, my voice comes back and goes as and when it wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;went to make my i/c, hehe&lt;br /&gt;den dad brought us to tampines mall, with mum, sis and lil brother..&lt;br /&gt;before that, lunch really is terrible. dad insist on eating curry, and i vomit my food again, feel very terrible..&lt;br /&gt;my sis resembles a "ahlian" my mum said, and i quite agree..lols&lt;br /&gt;i like shopping with mum because she will pay for the stuffs i want to buy&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;i hate shopping with mum because she cannot stop choosing and she will take a super long time&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;went home early because i got tuition at night&lt;br /&gt;theres a new little boy in tuition&lt;br /&gt;but whenever one joins, another will leave, dont know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do my hols assignmenat now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115027379466310577?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115027379466310577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115027379466310577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115027379466310577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115027379466310577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-more-of-kl-now-back-in-singapore-im.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671525.post-115027290689618672</id><published>2006-06-13T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:15:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An exchange with SMK Kepong Baru was fun, but i didn really get very involve like the others&lt;br /&gt;i went to see the doc with jesselyn during the ice-breaking session,which means we missed alot..?&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;doctor said i've got urinal infection which leads to the stomach problems and thus i will puke after i eat..hmmm? and he said that i cannot get overexcited..hmm??&lt;br /&gt;but i did make friends and got back in time to sing..&lt;br /&gt;and its also the last day in KL i got my voice..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010626.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010626.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacklyn shy? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010625.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010625.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the kepong baru president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010623.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010623.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt feeling well in the morning&lt;br /&gt;but i was fine after lunch&lt;br /&gt;but the teachers did not allow me to join the rest to the putrajaya wetland..&lt;br /&gt;we are fine and energetic still&lt;br /&gt;sophie,joley,irene,olivia and i was called to rest in room 608 and 609..&lt;br /&gt;olivia slept on my bed while the rest of us couldnt sleep, the afternoon was pretty bored!&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010657.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010651.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010628.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010647.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010641.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP UP AND AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010640.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010631.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irene and joley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alot of us got sickly after that, ahaha&lt;br /&gt;me and joley ate room service chicken congee, the dinner was nice..but i cant eat =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY&lt;br /&gt;went to the national auditorium&lt;br /&gt;got some souveniors&lt;br /&gt;big auditorium indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, went to see how the national choir rehearse&lt;br /&gt;the conductor was really strict!&lt;br /&gt;ok, westwood turn to perform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010670.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010665.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY, LAST DAY OF FUN IN KL&lt;br /&gt;went shopping in KLCC, expensive place indeed&lt;br /&gt;then, went to watch a concert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/haha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the shoppig centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010685.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin tower at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010702.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kintoh the bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010700.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010699.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joley is the bunny now!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010695.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roommates :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW, next morning,i didn want breakfast.so i didn went down..BYE ROYAL BINTANG,&lt;br /&gt;i love room 608 and 609 :(&lt;br /&gt;travelling back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010703.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ann ann love her lollipop, but she cannot finsih eating, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010704.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coooL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close that door, ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010706.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua the tour guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/1600/P1010708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6002/595/320/P1010708.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye i-gallop! X2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the whole trip&lt;br /&gt;with sweet memories brought back&lt;br /&gt;and alot of bonding with everyone&lt;br /&gt;i've got to know alot of people much much more&lt;br /&gt;and made good friends&lt;br /&gt;and very thankful to ms fong and ms chen too&lt;br /&gt;they are like "super teachers" there&lt;br /&gt;trying to solve every problem we faced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671525-115027290689618672?l=-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/feeds/115027290689618672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671525&amp;postID=115027290689618672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115027290689618672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671525/posts/default/115027290689618672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-shooting-starx-.blogspot.com/2006/06/exchange-with-smk-kepong-baru-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>MelissaTan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Vygp1zuJsY/TOePvIdVQII/AAAAAAAAD7E/4RoHNCn6Jpw/S220/38749_426457926307_581231307_4730540_3814823_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
